summer, it's hot.

anxiety is with me. it's a good kind of anxiety. it gives me feelings that i've almost forgotten about. i like it.

i saw a movie last night where this person snowboarded for her first time, but, in her clumsiness, some how snowboarded well enough to not fall and ended up on the cover of a local ski magazine. now i feel like snowboarding. i still have yet to snowboard. some day, some day i'll do it. but not this year.

last night i received a post-it note on my car window. it read, "Are you 'mentally challenged' or are you just rude? Don't park in front of my mailbox again." This is presumably from the same person who got me a ticket for parking in the wrong direction on the side of a residential road.

i started to think of creative ways to get back at her. like making thousands of copies of her note and sticking them all over their lawn so when they wake up they'll wake up to a sea of notes stabbed in to their precious fertile grass. then i thought about being a jerk and ignore the post-it note and just continue to park in front of the mailbox. then i started to conjure up ways to apologize... like a simple reply saying, "My sincerest apologies." after that i couldn't get myself to think of vengeful things. it just didn't seem very right of me to think like that in the first place.