Where's Carrie? Oh, she's in prison for murder one. It was justified, though.

For the most part, I am an isolationist.  A lone wolf.  And I'm a little agoraphobic.  People stress me out.  Like really stress me out.   So I use music to de-stress in public.  I have my ipod, and I use it when I'm at Wal-Mart or the grocery store or the pool; I find I'm less homicidal that way.

It is amazing to me how the most annoying voices cut RIGHT through the loudest volume on the ipod, though.

I like to think that I'm normal.  Not normally homicidal.  I usually follow the Judeo-Christian ethic of 'Thou shalt not kill.'  Sometimes, I'm even full of grace for my fellow man.  But then there are days....

Like the days that I spend a short eternity in airports and airplanes listening to inconsiderate people shout into their cell phones, (There's a rant for another day)  intent only on themselves, and the times when the monotone twelve year-old behind be in the airplane says everything that enters his head the moment that he thinks it, while kicking my seat every fifteen seconds...  then the large bucket of grace that the Lord usually gives me for other people begins to run a little low, and it's everything I can do not to turn around and THROTTLE said preteen, while the woman next to him feigns sleep so that she won't have to talk to him. 

Can't say that I blamed her.

But seriously, the Across the Universe soundtrack, and more specifically Jim Sturgess' voice, saved his pudgy little neck.

It was a close call.

Close call.

I'm so glad to be home.