Bunch of randomness

My lazy Sunday

I'm currently tending to my blistered feet from my mid-morning run. I saw a jack rabbit cross the road. It was such an exhilarating sight on such a gorgeous day.

So as I lay, faced-down, with iced feet and a cat that I coaxed into giving me a back rub, I began to think about someone. Someone who I haven't seen in a great while. Someone I've been seething known feelings of hate towards.

The way I see it, you and I both know you're wrong. You keep this act up, there is no longer any friendship between us nor will there be any niceness from my end. I did not choose this, you did. I've reminded you and even warned you for the past several years. The crumbling of our relationship is at the fault of your unwillingness to change your destructive behavior, thinking and judgment. You should be walking on eggshells when the thought of our relationship enters your mind.

When people start to assume there is something wrong with everyone around them, I always wonder why they won't question themselves with "Perhaps there is something wrong with me." That's right, asshole. You are not the sugar to my tea.

Don't expect the world to change for you. That is such a stupid thing to expect. I can name off 5 people whom I personally know that carries this kind of thinking. Of course, when the list begins, so do the denials. If you don't want to change, then at least accept what the world for what it is.

Compared to the world, you are nothing more than a minuscule human being.

I'm thinking about making a batch of almond chocolate chip cookies after I finish my workout. Although, when will I start this workout if I'm still getting a massage from a beautiful feline?

Pretty green eyes, 
you are the soft purrs that awake me in the mornings. 
The motivation to my days. 
The caffeine to fuel my fatigues. 
You are the warmth of the blanket I yearn 
and never more do I beg of you. 
The shrill of your unspoken voice. 
Who are you, 
pretty green eyes? 

I always feel a bit high and nostalic after I run. Why is that? I need a better mobile device for blogging my crazy thoughts. Especially when I'm riding public transportation home. Crazy shit happens and so do crazy thoughts.

Rumi Neely looks so cute when she smiles.

The cat is done with my back rub. Better thank him in kitty treats. And, if his mother agrees, buy him some cat nippies. Time for my 40 minute workout to grow another blister on my tired and sore feet then some cookie baking 'cause I'm seriously that much of a fruit.