ive been thru worse...
attracted to ideas that have intense emotional overtones & are mysterious. you want to plumb the depths of the universe. --my horoscope
The Hermit card affirms that my alter ego today is revealed in the Doubter, whose superpower to reconsider acts as a beacon to a second chance through soul-searching. The truth is out there so leave room for uncertainty. Isolation without aim, or to avoid or linger among past emotional baggage is to navigate by a sign which obscures validation and burdens perspective. It's all catching up, but results to date are not enough. Today I make time to 'go retro' to assess matters or hedge my bet, and let conscience be my guide. It's only by illumination of my failures in this personal quest for truth that I can start to measure success or recognize an opportunity for trusting my heart and stepping back into circulation. Look to past experience for strength or enlightenment, or suffer in silence, or look for trouble, speculating or wandering in the dark until the chance is lost.
things i totally fucking love: lists...
--the hermit card, arcanium 9. i was gonna just cut and paste something generic about the hermit card and talk about what a cool fucking card it is and about virgo and the number nine and how they are all connected to each other and the hermit in order to retain the integrity of the internet as a learning tool becos i love that. but i just read this really touching blog entry about it and decided i was just going to obsessivly comment about the card in tribute to my own sentimentality to the sign of the virgin. salude!***
--going to AA with the sober punk butches. male bonding has never been so possitive, theraputic and genuinely meaningful. we were in agreement that we had been feeling really scattered and obsessive lately and it was totally time to take it down a notch without self injury. todays meeting was super intense the qualifer talked about being an isolater which struck a cord about the topic. i had to shut my eyes and cringe several times in that hour becos i totally got it. but sometimes its good to feel that beautiful misery in yr bones becos you know its true.
--tony the tattooed guy at work. he runs the elevator, plays blaring punk rock in the mornings on saturday, loves joy division and today gave me a plastic bag full of mixtapes--obviously i need to ask this guy his sign. but really tho holy shit music, remember me? cultural archeology.
--trader joes honey bears (the andy warhol of the kitchen). as if the honey bear as a culture icon wasnt enough on its own, trader joes has a honey bear with a cap thats flat so when youve squeezed honey bear skinny you can store him upside down and have easier access to the liquid calories. i dont know why but i love the functionality of this, i'm not really even into functionality but apparently i am.
--astrology, hope it doesnt bore you. come on, its everywhere? its in the newspaper, that makes it 'news'. whats current? i fell off of it for a second but i think i'm hitting a manic patch and my obsessive love and codependant relationship with astrology (and sudoku) are totally back in full affect. i read the horoscopes for every sign everyday, becos i care about how everyone is doing and it gives me a second to send good vibes to friends energetically. i hope you can feel it...
***rite after i wrote this part i went into my room to grab my phone and see if anyone had called to realized that one of the cats had thrown up in my room--nasty. i cleaned it up which was totally perplexing to me cos like what the fuck do you clean fresh vomit with? in school they used saw dust. who the fuck has that around? i try to not keep that stuff around too much. anyways it was disgusting and made me feel like i was gonna yack and then magically a virgo in particular that had been on my mind totally called, weird?
The Hermit card affirms that my alter ego today is revealed in the Doubter, whose superpower to reconsider acts as a beacon to a second chance through soul-searching. The truth is out there so leave room for uncertainty. Isolation without aim, or to avoid or linger among past emotional baggage is to navigate by a sign which obscures validation and burdens perspective. It's all catching up, but results to date are not enough. Today I make time to 'go retro' to assess matters or hedge my bet, and let conscience be my guide. It's only by illumination of my failures in this personal quest for truth that I can start to measure success or recognize an opportunity for trusting my heart and stepping back into circulation. Look to past experience for strength or enlightenment, or suffer in silence, or look for trouble, speculating or wandering in the dark until the chance is lost.
things i totally fucking love: lists...
--the hermit card, arcanium 9. i was gonna just cut and paste something generic about the hermit card and talk about what a cool fucking card it is and about virgo and the number nine and how they are all connected to each other and the hermit in order to retain the integrity of the internet as a learning tool becos i love that. but i just read this really touching blog entry about it and decided i was just going to obsessivly comment about the card in tribute to my own sentimentality to the sign of the virgin. salude!***
--going to AA with the sober punk butches. male bonding has never been so possitive, theraputic and genuinely meaningful. we were in agreement that we had been feeling really scattered and obsessive lately and it was totally time to take it down a notch without self injury. todays meeting was super intense the qualifer talked about being an isolater which struck a cord about the topic. i had to shut my eyes and cringe several times in that hour becos i totally got it. but sometimes its good to feel that beautiful misery in yr bones becos you know its true.
--tony the tattooed guy at work. he runs the elevator, plays blaring punk rock in the mornings on saturday, loves joy division and today gave me a plastic bag full of mixtapes--obviously i need to ask this guy his sign. but really tho holy shit music, remember me? cultural archeology.
--trader joes honey bears (the andy warhol of the kitchen). as if the honey bear as a culture icon wasnt enough on its own, trader joes has a honey bear with a cap thats flat so when youve squeezed honey bear skinny you can store him upside down and have easier access to the liquid calories. i dont know why but i love the functionality of this, i'm not really even into functionality but apparently i am.
--astrology, hope it doesnt bore you. come on, its everywhere? its in the newspaper, that makes it 'news'. whats current? i fell off of it for a second but i think i'm hitting a manic patch and my obsessive love and codependant relationship with astrology (and sudoku) are totally back in full affect. i read the horoscopes for every sign everyday, becos i care about how everyone is doing and it gives me a second to send good vibes to friends energetically. i hope you can feel it...
***rite after i wrote this part i went into my room to grab my phone and see if anyone had called to realized that one of the cats had thrown up in my room--nasty. i cleaned it up which was totally perplexing to me cos like what the fuck do you clean fresh vomit with? in school they used saw dust. who the fuck has that around? i try to not keep that stuff around too much. anyways it was disgusting and made me feel like i was gonna yack and then magically a virgo in particular that had been on my mind totally called, weird?