Feeling confident?
I think everyone has some form of emotional attachment to objects—small tokens of sentiment like grandmother’s pearls, ticket stubs from concerts or shells from a special trip to the beach. Some people associate luck with items, like a rabbit’s foot or a certain baseball cap. I have confident panties. Yes, confident panties. These are the panties in which the world is mine and I can do no wrong. This probably sounds funny but it’s true. I feel different in these panties, like a better version of myself. Heck, I am different. I can scoff off rude people, flirt with the best and solve any dilemma. I’m like a fucking superhero. Able to leap, well I don’t suppose there is any actual leaping involved, but I do want to kickbox and rescue the world from evil. Let’s just say I feel good in these panties. Yes, indeed. But I must admit, I never thought of myself as a boy cut kinda girl. I always favored French. Humm, life's little surprises.

There are you satisfied Erin? :p~

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Right Brain (58%) The right hemisphere is the visual, figurative, artistic, and intuitive side of the brain. Left Brain (34%) The left hemisphere is the logical, articulate, assertive, and practical side of the brain

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Say it with me
I'm a SO freaking bored. I have plenty to do but nothing has been able to hold me interest for long today. I keep looking at the stuff as if it will magically disappear from my staring long enough. Maybe if I concentrate I can make a stack of files burst into flames?

When is a coincidence not a coincidence?
I keep getting all of these hints from the universe, divine intervention, fate, destiny or whatever you want to call it. But I dare not act for fear of my hints being nothing more than coincidence. I guess I’ve learned not to have too much faith in that which is not clearly spelled out in front of me. And that’s really too bad because I just might miss out on a truth I’ve been seeking. I guess I’m left to ponder if my instinct and desire outweigh logic. Some days I long for a bit of simplicity. Maybe this is simple and I’m making it complicated? This wouldn’t be the first time.

Good energy goes a long way
The other day, I stood waiting for an elevator door to open. When the door opened, there was a music stand smack in the middle of the compartment, an instrument case cowering in the left corner and this guy with a French horn parting from his lips. He was there out of practicality. All the practice rooms were in use. It was an unexpected surprise. Almost nothing gets me off more than someone expressing their passion. The energy is contagious and inspiring.

Nothing
I'm loving this Mason Jennings song, Nothing:

Make yourself at home, 'cause i'm going out
Across the street to get us some water
'cause this water's brown, and i'm so embarrassed
To have you here but i want you around
Usually i'd sing, or play you my guitar
But i know it won't get very far with you
'cause you like music that makes you move
And mine has a groove, but it's nothing i can prove
Please know what I mean
When i say, nothing
Things that i buy and things that i think
Haven't made this a better place to be
Drugs that i try and drinks that i drink
Haven't made this a better place to be
It's still just a room with the drums in the middle
A couch along the wall that works as my bed
I still have a phone that rings all day
I still have things i wish i would of said
Please know what i mean
When i say, nothing
When i say
This whole thing's been hard on me
It breaks my heart, do you know what that means
My new place seems strange to me
It breaks my heart, do you know what that means
It means nothing

Bah
Bah, I'm sick with a cold today. I actually look worse than I feel so people keep asking me stuff like, "are you sick?" My first instinct is to say, "No, I feel great. Why do I look bad?" Thankfully, most days I manage not to say the first thing that comes to mind.

Something tells me this is going to be a really boring weekend for me. Bah.