Memories
Slept like absolute shit last night - I've got to find some reliable way that I can sleep without self-medicating. Granted, my dreams are more interesting than they've been in recent memory, but I think I might trade vivid dreams for a stable sleep cycle.
Dreamt of end of the world stuff again, and a house with a built in, voice-activated computer that did all your bidding. Plus, I had a tiger that I wanted to do a photo shoot - I wanted him to be wrestling with a killer whale. In the water. As we were doing that, a great white shark breached out of the water, and attacked the tiger. Heh heh - Cool.
I started this LJ right after Erich & I broke up - which is rather ironic, since LJ is how I found out he was seeing people behind my back. I tended to put things in my Yahoo calendar as a mini-diary, but nothing compared to the tomes of shite I belch out here.
Lately, I've been obsessed with the past. Since it keeps popping up to say hi, I think I should acknowledge its power over me, and over my life now. I have to welcome the good memories and cherish them, and look on the negative memories as character-building experiences.
Even my music now are direct links to the past - Rick was a big Motown fan (used to sing to me), Heather went to school in SLO which has a huge cowboy population (I'd go down there to party, college-style), and Mark turned me onto Leonard Cohen and the like. Charles is getting the gay all over me with his music preferences, too.
That reminds me - anyone want to go to the Rascal Flatts concert in July with me? I want to make sure I have a buddy to hang with before I buy a ticket.
Dreamt of end of the world stuff again, and a house with a built in, voice-activated computer that did all your bidding. Plus, I had a tiger that I wanted to do a photo shoot - I wanted him to be wrestling with a killer whale. In the water. As we were doing that, a great white shark breached out of the water, and attacked the tiger. Heh heh - Cool.
I started this LJ right after Erich & I broke up - which is rather ironic, since LJ is how I found out he was seeing people behind my back. I tended to put things in my Yahoo calendar as a mini-diary, but nothing compared to the tomes of shite I belch out here.
Lately, I've been obsessed with the past. Since it keeps popping up to say hi, I think I should acknowledge its power over me, and over my life now. I have to welcome the good memories and cherish them, and look on the negative memories as character-building experiences.
Even my music now are direct links to the past - Rick was a big Motown fan (used to sing to me), Heather went to school in SLO which has a huge cowboy population (I'd go down there to party, college-style), and Mark turned me onto Leonard Cohen and the like. Charles is getting the gay all over me with his music preferences, too.
That reminds me - anyone want to go to the Rascal Flatts concert in July with me? I want to make sure I have a buddy to hang with before I buy a ticket.