Sunday Bla-day

I wish that you could choose your memories...choose the ones to forget, faces, voices, scents....wipe away clean forever, never to return. As hard as I try they slap me harder in my dreams. Which is not a big deal...but when you watch QAF for three days non-stop...you would think that you would have sweet what-nots about Brian Kenny, not some uber guy from your past who was nothing but a mere dangling carrot.

Strange things happened in my complex last night...three fire trucks and an ambulance decided to throw a midnight party in my parking lot...have no clue what happened there but it kept me awake. So I finished Season 4, upset that I still don't have season 5, so I put in News Radio and finally fell asleep around 2ish.

Now I'm awake....I read postsecret today....the engagement one was sad but I could totaly relate. It's Sunday again...time for another job search. I feel that I have lost my NOLA girls and that makes me sad.