I hate it...

...when I write a new song, only to hear an almost exact version of it made popular by someone else already. And I swear these are songs that I've never heard before in my entire life.

Maybe I'm just not being original enough.

I'm confused

Blast. Can you pencil me in, when you can?

------------

The other day, the cutest little girl with the most gorgeous blue eyes came up to me while at work and tugged on my pants. I looked down, smiled and asked how I could help her. She said, "I want Acai..." and turned away as if she was embarrassed or nervous. I looked around to see if any of her parents had put her up to this, but saw no one in the general vicinity.

So, I walk her over to where we have our Acai juice and pointed out the different flavors we had. She pointed to the Blueberry/Pomegranate one and asked if I could give it to her. By the way, she was again, completely adorable. She had a yellow ribbon in her hair to match her yellow shoes and a white summer dress. What happened next completely took me by surprise.

I handed her the juice, thinking she was probably going to take it and meet up with her parents somewhere else in the store.

Nope.

She opened that bottle up, took a couple of fat chugs, closed the lid and handed it back to me...

.........

I want to adopt her.

Yesssss.

I need to stop being such an adrenaline junky. I'm honestly going to get myself killed.

I was drafting a city bus on my bike down 4th street for about 4 blocks going 28mph. My front tire was no more than 2 feet away from the rear bumper.

A part of me tells me I should never do that again.

But the other part of me wants to seek out that rush again.

And again.

And AGAIN! Such an incredible feeling.