Come along...

Inside the Old State Capitol in Baton Rouge.

There are always a million thoughts running around in my head. Some worrying, some silliness, a lot of silliness, some wordless tears (it's just there), and so much more.

I am completely drawn to the idea of letting my hair just be gray, damn it. I am not a fan of masks, cosmetic or implied. I am just struggling with the idea of not being sexy. WTF? Why is that? That is not from me. It's from somewhere on the outside. I hate being subject to crap like that. It's the same with caffeine addiction. Something controlling me. Makes me squirm.

I had a funny conversation with Zak Davis yesterday. Zak always cracks me up. He is one of those kids that I have been friends with even though he was, I don't know,13. I would like to think that Zak's humor is just advanced, but it's probably the other way around. Regardless, I laugh. A good thing.

I am enjoying the new workers at JBBQ. We have 2 new Katie's and my Spaniard! That's right. I get paid to watch Linda Latner interact with people. I love her. She has been one of those steadfast friends that I can just be with and not talk, but she knows the whole thing. I will never forget the two of us continually going to her truck at Scott Kicklighter's birthday party for champagne, and then dancing in the driveway all night. Funny stuff. Linda has moves.

I am looking for my next tattoo. I have some ideas, but they are personal. I think the next one will be like that. I'm feeling like that these days. Undiminished and all that jazz.

Enough. I am still avoiding dishes and laundry, I still search for the perfect coffee cup, and I need sweetness everday. If the sweetness doesn't present itself, then I will find it, make it, whatever it takes.