i keep seeing this picture of you
my fish are dead and my dog is dying.
have you ever felt like you're dragging yourself through the majority of a day. welcome to my life. i've been working, getting up at 6:20 and finishing at 3, every day. after that, i go to the store or help out around here. then i go out with allison. it's not that i'm tired or anything, i'm just so sick of it. i feel like i never get anything done. blah blah blah i'm just talking here.
allison and i had a campout and it was fun until five in the morning when we woke up cold and sore and then came inside and then it was good again. i told her stories and we fell asleep together. we went to the antique place the next day and she got me a chinese food bowl. rather, she got us chinese food bowls. i am broke, so allison has been buying me dinner. (thank you)
i got new bitchin' shades!
has anyone seen the jeopardy guy? 20 shows in a row. rigged? i'd imagine so.
on afternoons like this, when the house is quiet and i am alone, i think about my life and my world and what i like and don't like and i meditate and do sit-ups and push-ups and here is what i know about myself: i am extraordinarily sensitive. i feel things so strongly that it hurts to be slighted like i'm being killed and it's exhilarating to be touched (and oh to be held) and i don't know if i like this extra feeling some days, when i'm sad. but when i am happy, it's a blessing. here's what i know about the world: it is imperfect, but i can't kill myself trying to change what never will. the best i can hope for is to be happy (and i am) and a little successful (all about hope).
do those people with the "let go, let god" bumper stickers know that they're stupid? if i see another religious, right-wing bumper sticker telling me that abortion is murder and war is good, i just won't know what to do. buddha is my front-gunner.
have you ever felt like you're dragging yourself through the majority of a day. welcome to my life. i've been working, getting up at 6:20 and finishing at 3, every day. after that, i go to the store or help out around here. then i go out with allison. it's not that i'm tired or anything, i'm just so sick of it. i feel like i never get anything done. blah blah blah i'm just talking here.
allison and i had a campout and it was fun until five in the morning when we woke up cold and sore and then came inside and then it was good again. i told her stories and we fell asleep together. we went to the antique place the next day and she got me a chinese food bowl. rather, she got us chinese food bowls. i am broke, so allison has been buying me dinner. (thank you)
i got new bitchin' shades!
has anyone seen the jeopardy guy? 20 shows in a row. rigged? i'd imagine so.
on afternoons like this, when the house is quiet and i am alone, i think about my life and my world and what i like and don't like and i meditate and do sit-ups and push-ups and here is what i know about myself: i am extraordinarily sensitive. i feel things so strongly that it hurts to be slighted like i'm being killed and it's exhilarating to be touched (and oh to be held) and i don't know if i like this extra feeling some days, when i'm sad. but when i am happy, it's a blessing. here's what i know about the world: it is imperfect, but i can't kill myself trying to change what never will. the best i can hope for is to be happy (and i am) and a little successful (all about hope).
do those people with the "let go, let god" bumper stickers know that they're stupid? if i see another religious, right-wing bumper sticker telling me that abortion is murder and war is good, i just won't know what to do. buddha is my front-gunner.