I'm deliberately deliberating.

When I was 19, I painted a gigantic Crimson Ghost on a a wall of my house to surprise the guy I lived with. It was about a bazillion degrees that day but I didn't mind. I couldn't wait to see the look on his face. When that guy checked out and the guy who would wind up being my husband checked in, we painted over it...poorly. Now it's been professionally spackled, sanded, and covered up and you would never even know it was there. I am living in an empty house for the next month and it's starting to wear on my nerves. I went to where all of my stuff is being stored and it was like Christmas! Oh, my HUGE fork and spoon! Oh, my milkshake maker! Oh, my Elvis-Ape bust! And then I think, how did things get like this? This empty house holds a lot of memories...a majority rotten but the nice ones snuck in there. I hope they outlive the rotten ones.

Went to court yesterday and there was a slight paperwork malfunction that will resolved in less than 5 minutes on Thursday morning. I couldn't even look him in the eyes...I was filled with fury and rage like an angry ninja. Well, like ANY ninja, I suppose. But I didn't cry. And I wore hight heels. And my hair looked good. Whole situation is still rotten beyond compare though.

Upon arriving to work, I thought I might have accidentally gone to a luau in my honor! I could see the "CONGRATS LACEY" written on my cubicle window as I walked up, as well as the pink and green hibiscus/palm trees dangling from the ceiling. Their wasa garland of tikis and flowers, additional tikis hanging from the ceiling, a "Just Divorced" sign as well as one that simply said "Congratulations". I got a tiki shot glass on a chain, a stuffed octopus named Opie, and a sticked that read "Beautiful and Single". And the entire cubicle was covered in plastic monster finger puppets, smiley face guys, and orange fish!! Phoebe really went all out! Above and beyond. And I even got a gift! Who knew that you get presents for divorcing (my mom also got me a Carmen Miranda cookie jar)? Along with two tiki drink cups with swizzle straws, I got Jessica simpson edible body spray and 3 shot glasses. My mind was throughly occupied with the Divorce-a-Hula Luau! When the guys from work bailed on taking me out, she stepped in in the best fashion by taking me to The Melting Pot!!! I was as round as round could be! Happy. Occupied.

And then it hit me. It was like sun-downers. I suddenly felt 2 feet tall and sick to my stomach. Phoebe dropped me at my car which I knew she didn't want to do but I wasn't up to going out and she didn't seem happy with staying in. The ride home was long and lonely. Crawled in bed (in my air conditioning...sweeeeeeeeet) with my fat cats and watched Futurama. Even that didn't help. Today, I just feel like an empty shell. Not happy. Not sad. Just...nothing.

But I apprecitae to the MAX every comment or message I recieved yesterday. Thanks to friends and strangers alike who tried to help me keep my head on. After my weekend pout fest (since I do have to see that fool again on Thursday and then NEVER again), I promise that this will all be a thing of the past, never to resurface in this blog again. I am going to thouroughly detox!