awkward hello's and bad fortunes.

I've always thought hellos were exploding profusions of awkward. When it comes down to the initial. "Hello, Hi" the whole ordeal kind of kills me inside. because it opens every door. and you're left standing there with endless amounts of possible scenarios and only one is going to play out. you better be crossing your fingers its the one you're hoping for. otherwise you're definitely out of luck and within seconds you'll probably be wishing the "Hello, Hi" had never happened. go hide in a bush somewhere cause remember? this is life. no take backs.
the previous rant correlates to probably the most awkward greeting i've yet to experience. take me. with irregularly small proportions of a person, crazy hair and cherry red lips with a chaotic, well, soul. next imagine this person. (who's identifying features will remain unknown.) but this person thats a pretty big deal and things aren't going too well with the combinations of she and him. add them together and mix in feelings. of many kinds. a surprised scared hello and nolle's awkward shuffle to avoid any more contact. and there you have it. i was all but running out of the building. bless my little heart.

i wore red pants today. yes. red pants. stole them actually. they looked nice. i felt a little more lovely than i did yesterday. so things seam to be making baby steps in a more positive direction.
and my last fortune was not relating to my death! three cheers for that. so maybe i won't die after all. clarification - - a couple weeks back i open my precious fortune cookie. in my meager eyes a delicacy. a real treat. i open it to find the worst fortune. probably ever. it read "you are just a visitor here. be careful because your departure is unknown." terrible right? sounds like a death sentence if i've ever had one. so we let a week or more pass by. mind you, i've been more cautious than usual. looking for black cats. creepy men in kidnapper vans and of course meteoroids but so far so good. then we go to panda. a favorite. i get excited and hope for a wonderful fortune to make up for the previously hideous one. i eagerly open. crossing all my toes seeing as my hands were somewhat busy opening the cookie. want to know what was inside? nothing. yes you read that right. there was nothing. bad news. bad omen. means I'm going to die. or death is in my peripheral future. i probably have the worst fortune cookie luck of all mankind. seriously.

yours nolle.