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Volatility Level = Red
Mood = Questionable
Tolerance Threshold = Zero
PO'd Quotient = Over the Top
Need for a Sea Change = Off the Charts

Life these days seems tougher than when my friends and I were brand new adults. Back then, nothing seemed impossible. The only thing to do with a dare was to take it on. Depending on the day of the week, running off with the circus, joining the Israeli army (because those girls are tough), or eloping with a Gypsy prince felt like reasonable options. There was no doubt that we were invincible. And somehow, I always landed on my feet. The landings are rougher nowadays. I guess it might be about time I looked into getting a parachute. Who ever would have thought it?

One might surmise that I'm having a rough day. Rough day? Hell, it's been a rough year. And it hasn't helped that I keep jumping from the frying pan straight into the fire. It's a wonder I'm not crispy roasted by now. Most of the time, I don't know why I do some of the things I do. And God knows I don't know what this year has been about, what deep meaning I'm supposed to be gleaning from it. I can be impetuous, even when I know there are going to be repercussions. Whatever it is that I've lived to regret, I've usually done on impulse, just because I wanted to. Does the thought of "do it today, repent tomorrow" stop me? Not on your life, and I doubt that's ever going to change. To my credit, however, I do learn from my mistakes. Unfortunately, by the time I realize some of my snap decisions were, in fact, mistakes, it's too late. I'm already in it, royally stuck, and the damage is done. For all the good it does me, I know I won't ever do that again, though! What I need to be figuring out now is how to stay in the freakin' pan and out of the flames.

I guess this is so heavy on my mind because it's been a bad week, yesterday in particular. And I am, of course, cognizant that (as always) I got myself into it. Nevertheless, by the time yesterday was over, I was ready to snap at pretty much anybody who looked at me crossways. Not that anybody did anything to me; they didn't have to. Once I'm in I Have Officially Had Enough Mode and about to blow, I'm not exactly responsible for whatever comes flying out of my mouth. My only saving grace is that I don't mean to slide into I Have Officially Had Enough Mode. The doody just builds up, piles up, and then spills over. As much as I hate to admit it (even to myself), I don't have the energy, the stamina, or the endurance quotient for dealing with deep doody that I used to have.

Ah, well -- this, too, shall pass. It always does, never mind that it sometimes passes only by virtue of jumping into an even hotter fire.

Hey, there's goat rustling going on in these here hills. Seriously! Some dillweeds took a trailer out to a farmer's pasture in the middle of the night the other night and kidnapped all 10 of his goats. They left his poor donkey standing there all alone and forlorn looking. Goat rustling? What the hell is wrong with people?!

So ... Twisted Linguistics has been on the hunt and busted a few misfits -- a couple on Assaulting Literacy charges and another few for Brandishing Deadly Keyboards -- and hauled them off to Illiterates' Jail. No sissies in the Words Gone Wild posse.

There isn't very many -- That aren't grammatically correct, dude.

priviledge -- This is perhaps a ledge, used as a privy, underneath which you never want to get caught standing.

waist my energy -- Hmmm. My waist doesn't seem to be my energy center. Sounds like bad chakras to me.

loosing my mind -- Is this anything akin to loosening one's belt, like to accommodate an expanding brain? Nah!

Can some one advice me? -- I could tutor this one, but what would be the point?

growing everyday -- Makes sense if they're growing everyday flowers, for example, as opposed to the ones you use only for special occasions and not ... every day.

coersive -- This gem was used by someone plugging her writing abilities. Duh!