Journal entry today, Sunday, June 15

 Today I was watching l, as usual, channel 54 (like 74 SYFY, 82 AMC movies movies movies) I got up to go into my room a minute and came back to sit down on the couch to watch Hercules, but it appeared it was on commercial. And the commercial was Bill Pullman giving his preppy, red-headed son the keys to a white pickup truck. I was FLABBERGASTED! LOL

Because, ... when I was having my last terrible crush, it was a white pickup truck that symbolized him. He drove one, and suddenly everywhere were white trucks. And this song was our song suddenly, I can say now laughingly. 

But Bill Pullman with this redhead, could I stand another crush? I am retiring!

This past week after seeing the sad faced child after the Paris Open, I felt a terrible feeling of heart for this young man, a redhead. 

But alas! It was accidentally changed to the channel above, 55 Lifetime. So I wasn't going to be tormented by a Bill Pullman commercial. Thank God. It was Murdaugh Murders, the movie.

I couldn't believe it. The chances!

So I had to wonder why. And over the course of my over thinking it, I saw that I am really anti-money. Which led me to my cause yesterday, that our inherent rights are for life and liberty and the pursuit of happiness, or better yet, just my inherent rights. Which made me feel that my being so basic, so small and simple, is the kind of justice I have been wondering about. That I take what is necessary and not more or less, is important.

Had to make a note of it.