Homesick Blues

Today I don't want to care. I want a new job where I'm not involved the petty office politics. I want a house that is mine. I want to be near the friends I can trust. I want my husband to be done with school.
Basically I want to go home. I don't want to live in this city anymore, I want my city back. I want my friends and family back. I want everything to be familiar like it used to be. I want the restaurants I love and the shops I know. I want to be able to get where I'm going in ten different ways. I want my doctors and my hairdresser, I even want my news stations back.
I used to believe that living one place was pretty much like living anywhere else, places to shop, places to go, roads and house. But it's not, not after you've lived in the same place for 31 years and then all of a sudden you move. I'm lost all the time and nothing is as good as the way we did it at home. I didn't even leave the state but still, it is not the same. When I was young I dreamed of the day I'd move away, and now all I think about is going back.
Today I just want to go home.

Will Rock Stars Ever Learn?

You would think that after the hole Pamela Anderson/Tommy Lee video tape leak fiasco, rock stars and actors, and "it" girls would stop taping themselves having sex. Is there something about being famous that makes sex so boring in and of itself that you have to start video taping it, or may its just that these people have gotten so used to being in front of a camera, they don't know how to not be filmed doing stuff.

Boys and their need for warfare

My husband and a few of his friends have started a political blog, to which they have invited me, I haven't posted yet because it's been a back and forth banter between the far right, the far left and the one who just likes to argue for argument's sake (that would be my hubby). As I have sit back and watch them trade spares back and forth, I notice that the talk is mostly about history and wars and I think to myself, Jees guys, can't we get out of the past. I know that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it, but living in it and constantly re-hashing it isn't good for any relationship. Acknowledge it, accept it and move on.