IDGAF

I've said it many times before, but I'll say it again. Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. Of course, Janis Joplin said it first. I suppose. And in case you don't know, IDGAF is short for I Don't Give A Fuck. Gotta love it.

I tend to be passionate about things, and sometimes I lose perspective about what's really important. I can get fixated on small things. I've often thought that when a wife gets bent out of shape over a husband who leaves the cap off the toothpaste or doesn't put the toilet seat down, there's something insidious going on. It's a symptom of a deeper problem.

So, here I am. Blogging about nothing. I had lunch with one of my favorite people today. My girl, D - the brunette Ellie Mae. Great 2 hour lunch at Amerigo's. Our regular place. It's funny. She's so beautiful, but totally unaware of it. I love it when we walk through the restaurant (big biz crowd), and the men's heads are swivelling. I bask in her glow.

We had a great talk. Analyzed the sitch w/ FF. Which is neither here nor there. He's been somewhat elusive lately. We'll chalk that up to being busy. Or not. That's where the IDGAF thing comes in handy. I do care, but I don't. And that's where the 550 miles isn't such a bad thing.

All of a sudden, I'm very tired. My belly button is infected, but my knee is better. It's always something. I've been called high-maintenance. I'm beginning to think that's a possiblity. Wonder if Dude is up to that?

Too bad he's not here to tend to my navel...