OOoh I am scared of tiny, tiny things

That statement is true on many different levels, but currently I'm terrified of these crazy-spastic-jumping-flash crickets! I don't know if you all are familiar with these - I hadn't met one until I moved to NoVa - but they jump around super fast in an unpredictable fashion. Their movements are completely random and evil. The most advanced logarithm in creation could not predict their travel patterns. If Satan ever wanted to show up in insect form, he would be the CSJF cricket. Actually, my reaction to a visitation from the devil himself would be a perfect illustration of what these little monsters illicit from me.

I was just in the bathroom, watering the toilet, when I went to the sink and was suddenly filled with sheer terror. One of those beasts was on the ground between the head and the sink. I nearly skipped washing the hands just so I could GET OUT OF THERE asap. But I talked myself down and, whilst screaming on the inside, soaped up and ran to my current location.

This cricket (ugh I shudder even typing it) poses no realistic threat to me or my safety. But I don't care. It probably is the king of lies out to get me. I'm scared of all sorts of little things that shouldn't frighten me. Moths, for example. And little kids that are cooler than me. Compliments. I think it may have to do with my perhaps overactive imagination. Or latent paranoid schizophrenia. Or developing hypochondria.

It's like four a.m. Blogging in the middle of the nite is to be discouraged, I think.

Remember that song "3am" by Matchbox 20? Remember Matchbox 20? I believe their first hit was "I wanna initiate a physically abusive relationship with you" or something to that effect. That first album was money. Sigh. The good ol' days.
Speaking of which, who is that precious little girl? Wow. I bet she grows up to be a force of nature. You can just tell, yeah? You know what's weird? I don't feel I've changed much at all since then. Just got a bigger vocabulary. I think I'm probably a little scared of her. :)

Um, so I really wrote this post to declare my new challenge. I haven't had one since the end of The Rawness. I've known this one was gonna pop up sooner or later, though, so I guess now is the time. I already hate myself for doing it cuz it's lame and boring. My newest challenge of indeterminate length is the achievement of...balance.

Have you ever met someone who has a balanced life? Yeah, me neither. They're elusive, those guys. Also, no one seems to want balance. Why not, you ask? Because balance is boring. Where's the spontaneity? Where are the binges and the famines and the ulcers and strokes? The meat of life?? Admittedly, balance will probably bring some much needed peace and happiness to me on a regular, predictable basis. But I hate knowing what I'm gonna do tomorrow. I'll need to make sure I set aside a certain time everyday where I can go ahead and chose to do something rash and probably useless if I want. (What, there's a breath-taking sunset tonight? F that. I'm gonna sit in here and watch the Family Guy).

Freedom. I'm insane. And soon to be regular. Ew. What a depressing word. Who wants to help me come up with a more evocative synonym for "balanced", "regular", "predictable", "one who sleeps exactly the same amount nightly", etc.?

Holla back!
Kass