Beware of Redheads

Another Sunday rolls on by and once again, it finds me pensive and moody.

I don't really have much to speak of, but it's been a couple of days, and I don't want to get too far out of the 'blogging groove'.

This weekend, has been fairly quiet - well, except the fireworks within the household. My Dad and I clash, often, and this can be a large cause of tension in the Strangebird household. So many days, I find myself wishing I had my own place, my own home, filled with personal space and the things I love. Sometimes I need to get away from my angry Dad, negative Mother, and (when she visits), my melodramatic Sister. Sometimes it's very clear to me, why I am such a headcase - with genes like these?! Oh, it could be worse, I know. Sometimes I just crave a little more space than these four walls provide.

I'm feeling the need to vacate my life temporarily - a holiday, a road trip. Too bad my closest friend is 200 odd kilometers away and we shat each other off so much on our last trip, that we'll probably never travel together again. Good bye Africa! Truly, this 'friend' has completely fallen off my grid - she usually only comes to me when she has a crisis, so honestly, I'm not too bothered. I can do without her drama, and it would seem mostly, she doesn't care too much about things that don't concern her. It just makes me mad. Last time I tried to reach out to her and find out what was residing in her arse, she put it all down to being 'busy' then proceeded to tell me about her. AND, while I'm ranting, she's one of these dumb asses who like to write vague and mysterious facebook updates that guilt you into asking what's wrong. OH FUCKING NO, she's not going to get me with those again - EVER!

I had the strangest dream about Benchpress me NOW Boy. I went to the gym, but it was all weird looking and different - some of the weights were in tents and there were beautiful people everywhere. Anyway, some weirdo came up to me at one point, while I was on the machine in the tent, next to Benchpress me NOW Boy.. and handed me a note, basically asking me out. So out loud I'm like, "is this note from the crazy looking big red-headed fella", the note-dude was like "yeah" and I was like "ok then". Then Benchpress me NOW Boy after seeing all this, looks at me and says something like "there you go" and I'm all like "yep, that's different" and then he says "I was going to see if you wanted to go out, maybe for just breads and drinks or something" (downplaying the breads and drinks, as you do) and I'm like "ahh, yeah!" And then I think dream ends!

Damn - it's a sad state when you have to use weirdo dreams as filler for your blog! It's all I got folks!

Back to the grind tomorrow. Eek... a grinding of the soul? Oh, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger... or makes you into a recluse... oh dear.

SB xx