Thinking

My mother has always warned me that one day my inability to shut up when I should or not have the last word or not know when to keep my mouth shut will end up getting me killed. Or maybe she didn't say it in those words, exactly, but that's the gist of it: One day I will talk back to the wrong person and end up maimed and/or dead. She's probably right about this, yet I still maintain that problem with not being able to be quiet.

So sue me.

How this connects to my current situation, I don't really know. See, Thorn and I keep trying to talk through issues and a lot of them have been resolved, but the fact remains that there were a lot of problems in the first place. So I keep coming back to a point where I'm thinking, "Should I say this? What I think?" And the answer usually ends up being yes.

I've been watching a lot of "Scrubs" lately. Scrubs is, of course, an epic TV show about a bunch of doctors that follows them as they rise through the ranks at a hospital. It also teaches you important life lessons about, well , everything. I think, at least. It's addicting.

Bottom line: I need to learn to shut up, I should also probably go respond to a PM now, and Scrubs teaches you everything.

Now, I'm going to go watch Ocean's. The second one--Ocean's Twelve--and then maybe the third one.

--Ave, feeling . . . optimistic, for once. And maybe actually happy