Teach me passion, for I fear it's gone.

I have to stop buying things I don't need. ("Need" as in hunter-gatherer-essential-for-survival kind of need, as opposed to emotional need.)

I got it in different colours, and 2 colours instead of one, but yeah....

And I think it's really funny when people ask "where the heck are you going to wear that?!?", because I wear these things around the house quite frequently. 

I'm going to get locked up one of these days. It's really only a matter of time. Especially as I feel like the Madness is getting more and more difficult to hide. 


You know what really ticks me off? 

Ok so I'm a smoker. Like 3-6 ciggies a day, maybe more on weekends. And I'm a very conscientious smoker. I never smoke in front of children, people who are eating, or people who are trying to quit smoking. If I'm outside a bar or restaurant smoking, I stand away from the door and try to keep smoke away from passersby.

 But there's always those douchebags who fake cough and give you dirty looks even when they're not anywhere near you or your ciggie. Like really??

 I'm making an effort to NOT get smoke near you. So take that glare and shove it.

I'm sorry I really suck lately. I'm in a funk. An icky one. But I don't wanna talk about it, as that requires energy I just don't have. I hate that my moods revolve around my food intake. As any idiot could have predicted, my extreme restriction last week led to some epic bingeing all weekend, and quite a bit of crap today as well. I just want to dig myself a hole and go hide in it forever. 

You know how sometimes when you're already just down in a bad place and you're feeling cranky and totally fed up and then Life goes and hurls one last little insult right at your face?

(Proof, really, that not only does God exist, but that he has a sick sense of humour.)

No joke. Driving to the office this morning, there was an effing CLOWN driving off to work, or to clown school, or to go on a killing spree or something. And I know it's the ultimate cliche, but I'm pretty sure everyone old enough to watch a TV after 1988 is afraid of clowns. 

Let's do something fun. 

This is not a riddle exactly, but we'll call it that because I'm not sure what it is. Before we proceed:

- Try not to even look at anyone else's comments/answers. It's very important that your answer to this riddle-thing be the first thing that pops into your head. 

- There is no right or wrong answer. 

- Some of you might receive a prize!! I shall reveal all in the next post... 

Ok here goes...

So there's this Woman and her Sister, and they go to their mother's funeral. While there, the Woman meets this amazing guy. He's totally her soul mate, and she falls head over heels in love with him. But then later after she gets home, she realizes she forgot to get his phone number and she can't remember his last name, so she has absolutely no way of contacting him. 

A week later, the Woman kills her Sister. Why?