Ok, so it’s been a while since I’ve posted any questions. Here are some for you to ponder:
* If you could become any profession or trade, what would it be? What would you choose to do?
* Name one profession you absolutely HATE, that you would never do.
* Name three items you would purchase if left alone in a WalMart supercenter with infinite $$$.
* Which is better, drugs, booze, porn, violence, or cheating? If somebody held a gun to your head, which would you do first?
* What color do you hate the most (and please don’t email me “magent” get your own!!!!)
So, I saw HIM the other day. HE was puttering around my neck of the woods, and I just happened upon him. HE’S still working, although really hating his job, like the rest of us left in high tech, I suppose. He did say he was playing chess again, so I’ll probably have to dust off my chess set and teach myself all over again. It’s pretty sad what I will do to get close to him, even though we never really were all that close and I’m not all that desperate. Makes me think it’s the memories that I’m clinging to, but it could be HIS green eyes, fancy car, and white silk scarf. And his acumen for chess. Something about HIM still makes me hot and bothered, even though I’ve moved on, he’s moved on, and we both know it would be nothing but trouble and misery. It’s like we both know we’re doomed from the start, still we can’t help running the race to see how far we get. It just leaves me feeling a little odd, but still oh so wistful. I wish I could get over it, but I probably never will. HE didn’t mention a new girlfriend but somehow I just knew. Ah, the sweet misery of unrequited love, isn’t it grand? Makes me want to write him a letter, spelling out just how I feel, and then tear it up in my shredder. No, I’m not going to go out and get a cat. I’m too chipper for that kind of animal. And besides, Charlie would just try to eat it.
I went to Chuy’s for lunch today and ate way too much. I also had a margarita to wash it down. I just had to take a dip in the old swill to see how it felt. I can remember going to a crappy Mexican restaurant, ordering a fishbowl, and drowning my sorrors. Fortunately, today I’m a bit happier than that and I didn’t have a fishbowl, I just had a pink swirl. But I still enjoyed my drink.
Now I really need to take a nap.
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.