Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Seeing Is Believing

August 3rd, 2009; 10:26 PM

So much randomness drifting through my head tonight...
A. I love my mom. She is the bee's knees and the cats pajamas.
B. Arnica rocks. Thank god I have a new tube especially since my gracefull self really fell hard today. I think I even hit my face on the door a bit..which would explain the bruised feeling in my cheek and the owchy pain in my neck.
C. Bruised faces and knees hurt a whole lot less than the rest of the stuff.
D. Seriously I deserve better than this shit. And I should be mad at myself for choosing to take this crappy behaviour.
E. Sometimes when you take out the trash...you take out AAAaaaaalll the trash.
F. I am guilty of brining home nincompoops. Nincompoops!!!
G. Dodged that bullet.
H. The load is now lighter. I am better off and this makes things easier for me in a lot of ways.
I. What was I thinking!?!!!!???!!!!
J. The monkey threw poo at me AGAIN! Why do I insist on loving a monkey? And why do I seem authentically surprised every time the monkey throws poo at me and acts like a monkey? How else would a monkey act? It's wholly unreasonable of me to not only expect the monkey to behave better, but to *demand* that the monkey treat me better...Hahahahaha...You can use "I statements" until you are blue in the face, but when you're done, the monkey will only do what monkeys do...and throw more poo at you....Monkey's do not give much creedence to namby pamby things like "I statements", "honesty, integrity, and open-hearted-dialogue." Monkeys after all...live in the jungle, and not in homes. They speak a different language than I do...and although there is enough cross-over to occasionally eek out a conversation (oooh oooh ooh eek eee!) anything of depth is beyond the capacity of the monkey. As a human...I should know better.
K. I'm glad I went out.
L. I like Mark's new haircut.
M. The dog made a friend this weekend. Yay!
N. My mom watched over me and made sure that no harm came to me. I love my mom. Even in her infirmed state, she is still my protector. She is my mamma bear. It feels good to have someone love you that much. -So much that they give their all because anything less wouldn't even be a choice that they would *want* to take. I like being cared for. And appreciated. I also like the calm.
O. Bean is the best.
P. I hope Bud feels warm, loved, and relaxed tonight.
Q. Things could always be worse. ...No seriously...they could.... ;-P
R. Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!
S. Amanda is so adorable. I love her confident, loving spirit!
T. I am going to be OK.
U. I have a job! Ha ha!
V. I have TWO jobs! Hahahahhahahaha!
W. Don't rub it in.
X. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.
Y. You know you've seen other people do this...where they get all of the clear feedback that they really need to make a good decision...and yet they do not listen...Try applying the requisite law of variety here and just give those people and their "crazy-talk" ideas a chance. Try anything. Try it all! Even if you don't feel it...try on their words for a while and see how it serves you. Perhaps those on the outside have a better vantage point which gives them more clarity and wisdom on this situation. And if you try it and it is not right for you or doesn't actually work...well then at least you are out there actively seeking for solutions, with an open heart and a seeking spirit.
Z. Try sleeping at night. I bet you'll like it.
Z+1. I hate Verdana. But I really like Georgia.

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