Actually, they’re not really pontifications. Or should I say, not all of them are. I thought they were until I looked that word up…turns out pontification means something other than what I thought it meant. So these are just a bunch of random thoughts I strung together and tried to slap a fancy name on. This could be considered a sequel to The Raining Queen of Random Thoughts since, at the time I wrote this, it had rained continuously for five days straight. I think these thoughts were a direct result of my discombobulation from all that rain…
Anywho, you know those infamous, uber-expensive brown and yellow Louis Vuitton purses? Well, despite what you have forced yourself to believe, THEY DO NOT MATCH EVERYTHING! In fact, they don’t match most things. Like that black suit you have on, or those red shoes. Don’t care how durable or cute or “classic” you think it is. It doesn’t match. Period. Okay so maybe THAT was a pontification. And maybe it was a little bit of hateration since I still don’t have a Louis Vuitton purse. But probably not. It’s not like me to hate. Have you ever been on hold on the phone for SO LONG, you forgot not only who you were holding to talk to, but what it was you wanted? So you tried to make small talk with them until you remembered? But you never did? So you had to hang up and call back later? Yeah, I haven’t done that either. I know some people who have reverse anorexia. They think they’re SMALLER than they really are. Did I REALLY just eat that whole roll of Mentos in one sitting? Surely not. And does the expiration date on this package say May 20th?? It does! I wish I’d noticed that sooner. Not that it would have mattered. Isn’t it funny (and by funny, I mean totally NOT funny) when the pilates instructor walks around the class to see if everyone is doing the exercises correctly, and she counts like “7…6…5…4…5…4…3…2…3…2…1” all ‘accidental-like’ but when she’s doing the exercises with the class, she’s like “76531”. I like to hug the warm clothes really tight when they first come out of the dryer! The words “ranting” and “musing” are the most overused words in the history of blogdom. I know what ranting is, cuz I think that’s what I’m doing right now. Maybe not. But what is musing? No for real, what is it? Kids are bad. cute. but bad.
That’s all I got for now.
Do you have pontifications, random thoughts, rantings (or musings) you want to share with me? Have at it in the comments!