On the topic of inspiration

I think inspiration is a beautiful yet strange thing.  I love it, but it is also scarce these days.  My life doesn’t operate very well when I’m void of inspiration, so I’m searching for it.  Funny thing about inspiration is that it acts much like the process in which one finds his or her counterpoint.  This process, for those of you who can identify with the relational "when you least expect it and/or aren’t looking" phenomena, can lead one to a very impatient and confusing place. 

I have a gap in my front teeth

Random thoughts:
The word TASTY would make for a funny tattoo.
I wish Apple would update the Cinema Display so I can officially rid myself of Dell filth.
Airborne is a surprisingly wonderful product.
For the love of everything sacred and holy, I wish I hadn’t deleted Rooker’s Prayer Postulate.
The best names for pets, stuffed animals, plants or any other nameable items are from people’s last names.

The big, bad and ugly

I’ve got a fever and the only prescription is more... blogging? 
This past week has proven to be one of the most confusing times I’ve ever had the pleasure of encountering.  ::said with a semi sarcastic look::  Coming face to face with the realities of a long lived disingenuousness makes one question the quality of many past and present interactions.  Now, I know it is most likely just me and my proclivity to overthink everything, but I can’t help but to think I’ve somehow cheapened some of my past memories by my realization of this current life revelation. 
I keep chipping at this conundrum of monolithic proportions...

If I got a dog

A lingering question haunts my thoughts.  What if most, if not everything I had/have "planned" for my life isn’t actually what I really want?  This lingering thought has been hanging out in the cobwebs of my closet for some time now, but due to some rather timely discussion with friends it has become increasingly pervasive and has moved into the neurological pathways of my brain. 
Take this thought for instance. 
I have had an immense amount of dislike for animals for a very long time.  Having chose to not necessarily think about the why of that statement, I have been left to perpetuate a decision that really has had no substantial backing.  This type of situation bothers me because in my never ending quest for reason and involving myself in genuine interaction, I find that the former and later seem to be a complete contradiction to the "reality" I seek.  So, in order to reason the why I place myself into an alternate reality in which an ideal scenario is present.  In this I find that I don’t really dislike animals at all.  I do however find that what I don’t like about animals is the responsibility of owning an animal.  This I believe is a direct reflection on the feelings I possess regarding my state of being.  At most times in my life I feel that I am barely capable of taking care of my own problems.  This in turn makes me question my ability to care for another "thing".  The thought of something or even more frightening, the thought of someone having a dependence on me is debilitating.  I don’t have it all figured out, but what I do know is that this thought process leads me to steer clear of relationships and connections in which a dependence on me is present. 
Ehh??  ::shurgs shoulders::  I could keep going on and on and on about this but I’m feeling that the therapeutic nature of this blog would soon turn and spiral into a dismal depressing state, so I’ll just stop it here. 
So, I guess I can’t leave you all hanging about the animal issue. 
Here is the story.
About 3 or 4 years ago I saw one of those annoyingly nondescript drug ads.  In this add a small dog gets loose from its owner and runs away across a large patch of grass.  I remember seeing the dog run and thinking that the dog’s gait was extremely funny.  At the time I didn’t know the type of dog, but through some research I later found it to be a Boston Terrier.