For a couple of years now, my heart has been skipping a beat. The arrhythmia may last for a few moments, to a few hours, to a few days and then nothing for a few months. However, recently it's happening more than usual. I guess its time to find out what’s wrong... meh. Funny how the one thing that drives me in life and love... might be the one thing that... well, I won't go there because I'm sure its nothing to worry about, but something to think about and get it checked out!

I hate/fear doctors… and for that matter clowns too!! Where the hell did a clown come from?? I saw a clown this afternoon at a strip mall that was having a carnival thing going on... again heart arrhythmia going on!!

What freaks me out most about them… the makeup - you are suppose to believe that this is a happy person, with a goofy grin always planted upon their face...but beneath the makeup could be the world's most evil man/woman you will ever know. And those damn shoes...I don't know what it is about those shoes but they scare me. Man, they freak me out.Someone else said this...and I totally agree. They sense fear...no kidding!! If a clown knows you don't like them (at carnivals, circuses, etc.) they attach themselves to you. You cannot get away from them. AT ALL. Why is this???

PS - I am happy to know I am not alone in this phobia!

Why is it that loving/caring words are the hardest words to say? And the cruel ones are the easiest...?

You know it is summer when the ants invade the house. I think I killed at least 40 of the bastards with my fingers tonight. There is something therapeutic about squishing the life out of a helpless, yet obnoxious insect. The sad part is this is only the beginning. The worst is yet to come.

The rest of the army – I’ve been sucking up with the vacuum… yah, I know they’re still alive in there!!

Little fuckers!