Three words to describe me: "bottled fizzy water."

No, i did not come up with that entirely by myself out of nowhere, although I wouldn't put it past myself. (Can you do that? Put it past yourself?) It's the opening of a line from an Incubus song that is on my Ipod, but that I had never carefully listened to until a couple of days ago at the gym. I feel a little, I don't know, adolescent, getting excited about the applicability of song lyrics to my life, but I can't resist. Seriously, if there's one thing I feel like lately, that's it- bottled fizzy water.

I used to buy these one liter bottles of fruit infused carbonated water all the time, regardless of the fact that every single time, without fail, the damn things would explode when i tried to open them. Always, I'd think, "This time...this is going to be the time i don't end up with water all over...slowly, slowly..." and then, every time: "Whoooooooosh!!!!" and "Damn it..."

But that water was really good! And i kept buying it, because regular water is just so...great, but regular. And this water, even if it was volatile and sometimes frustrating, was worth it, just because I really liked it.

I'm thinking about it, and I wish I had one of those big bottles right now...

I think this time, I could get it...


[This is, in some way, a metaphor for bigger things...but I don't feel like getting into it now. Ponder it for a bit, and maybe later I'll come back to it. Maybe.]

Happy Friday and all my love. Exploding out like fizzy water.