a) I'm entirely too bored
b) My stimulation level is as high as Keira on a weeknight
Two reasons why I'm bubbling over right now. Some people are physically active, unfortunately I'm cursed with physical's yang - mental.
That's right everyone, I'm mental.
It should be considered a cruel and unusual form of torture for a beautiful 26 year old to be completely bombarded with creativity, thoughts, opinions, thoughts (did I already say that one?), designs, and musings 24/7. In fact, I'm pretty sure it used to be a medieval torture device called the "thretch". A delicate cross between a 'thought' and a 'stretch' (as in torture device) developed by King Henry VIII to manipulate compromising designers and deep-in-thoughters. *sigh* Poor Henry's deep in thought designers */sigh*
The modern day equivalent of the nonsense that was thretch is what the french like to call "le meetings", simply translated, let's put a lot of people in a room to talk about stuff. When we're done, let's talk about more stuff. Then, how about we schedule some this afternoon to talk some more about stuff, just before talking about stuff over a bagel and coffee down the street, and have one more stuff-talk before heading home to talk, of course, about stuff.
That pretty much divides us in to two simple groups: the people who talk about doing stuff, and the people who do 'stuff'. Which brings me back to yang. I might not be out snowboarding this weekend, I might not be riding my bicycle to Duluth, but instead I'm sitting here planning how I will conquer the universe.
I have decided (with a little help from Keira-pooh) to make Bellow president. Joelle and Belle de Jour will be co-dominatrix..., er, co-dominators. Our universal symbol will be Janet's breast since everyone's now seen it.