Late Night Babbles

So here I am. It's 3 in the morning, and I have nothing to do. I can't sleep. I usually sleep so well too. It gets me thinking... how many people are out there awake at this time, surfing profiles, or blogs, or whatever? The only thing wrong with being up this late - at least in my circumstance - is that I have to wake up at 7 in the morning. You see, 5 years ago, being up this late would never bother me; but now, I find myself yawning by 11 AM if I don't get at least 6 hours of snoozing. Maybe you're only allowed a certain amount of sleepless nights, or maybe I'm just getting older. I actually need the rest these days, cause all I EVE do is work.

On a brighter note, the year is almost at its end! We can all look forward to a better brighter year than the last, can't we? I sincerely hope that people really take to their new year resolutions. I plan on sticking to mine, but sometimes I forget my resolution on account of being really drunk on New Years Eve! Actually now that I think about it I haven't really kept up with ANY resolutions. So this year I think I will find one! I don't have much time left! It's a fight against the ticking clock. All I have to do is think of that one thing that I know will make me a better person. That is what resolutions are about, right? I mean, would anyone make a resolution that would make their life worse? I guess it depends on what the person considers better or worse.

Better or worse; those words have been making an appearance in the story known as my life. What does that mean these days? It's like the saying "ride or die." Does anyone consider these words anymore? Even with resolutions, or relationships, or even being a fan of a celebrity... are we really considering the consequences of these words? Well, as far as the better part goes, I don't think anyone has a problem with that. We all love a thrill, and the thrill is fresh and new when we know it is for the better. But in the worse scenario... well I draw a blank. I don't think anyone I know has stuck around for the worst of anything. As a matter of fact I know very few people who follow anything through. This includes diets, addictions, shopping problems, you name it. Marriage included.

Except for my grandparents. They understand the meanings of the words better or worse. They've been together since they were in their teens! They love each other to death and take care of one another. Now that is true unconditional love. I love my grandparents, but who doesn't?

Black Ops

I can't hear myself think anymore.

There are massive explosions in the distance, and my mind is spinning.

I think I'm going to lose it. My mother always warned me about this feeling.

She said we all had to deal with it someday, and that it was inevitable.

I think my mother is nuts. How can anyone learn to deal with this? There goes a bullet.

And another. Bang bang bang, baby. The fucked up thing is that most women have to hear these shots firing. Digital shots if you must be literal. Some of us women pick up the pixel guns and shoot children. Yes, children. What did you think? That those tiny scoundrels and their vulgarity would be spared? No, sir. Not in this household. We rip all those tiny awkward middle schoolers to shreds, then we call their parents and tell them to clean up the mess. Other women, like myself, tolerate these daily shootings, but never partake in them. No, no, no, my darling. This would be a travesty on their part. And lastly there are the women who just hate war, hate guns, hate shootings, and definitely hate video games. The video games steal their boyfriends, and so they wander about doing other things so as to avoid the mass slaughter of the virtual soldiers