Some would claim "Karma"

A hundred years ago, I used to make fun of my mom for crying so easily. And as I've gotten older and been smacked around by life a bit, I now find myself getting a bit teary for movies, songs, and even some commercials (shhh!). I'm not sure if it's an age thing, an I've-been-through-hell-and-back thing, or just a girl thing. All I know is that I have to be careful with my iPod or else my random walkings could end up a bit sniffly. And right this second, iTunes isn't helping! Argh, Apple. I'm on to your wily ways!

An Erinku (in briefness)

It's been a while

since I've painted

It's time again

Veggies AND Meat

The other day I was listening to someone be all whiny about something. And that first sentence there is exactly what I learned NOT to write in writing school...specifics are better than vagueness. Anyway, the point was someone was whiny. And when their story ended, I opened my mouth and unexpectedly said, "That sounds like a second-person problem."

There was a bit of silence before we both started laughing, but I've now replaced my old favorite "Not my problem!" with this. And there's even been a bit of whining by me where I'll end with "Yeah, and this all a first-person problem." And that leaves things like poverty, world peace, and crappy instant coffee in the realm of third-person, or omnivorous, problems.

Wait. Not omnivorous. Omnipotent? Omnipresent? Whatever that word is that describes the disembodied narrator in a lot of novels who seems to know all of what's going on. Man, I've worked crazy hours these past two weeks and I'm losing words (nouns and verbs!) left and right.

An Erinku:
So tired
I think I'm sleeping
with my eyes open