a trial and a test.
Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter, and tell us what the word means to you and why.
bestundiesever gave me "J".
let's see, i don't know how to do fancy cuts nor links to other people. it's okay though, i'm cool with that.
Joy: something i've been missing of late. or rather, i don't think i've ever had it. that pure moment of happiness and accomplishemnt, of relief and peace melding into a warm glow of niceness. yeah. haven't seen that just yet.
Justice: yet another thing i don't feel i get enough of. i look around and see the not so intelligent people of the world moving ahead, succeeding, and making monumental fuck ups (GW anyone?). while i laze back, unaffected and uneffected. oh and that whole murders being killed by the family members of their victims. we screwed up getting rid of that one!
Juxtaposition: it's just a fun word filled with consonants all mixed up. the dualistic nature of our psyche and societal training also play a part. we only learn by seeing what something is not. an apple can only be an apple because it is not an orange. good and evil exist on account of one another, not for one another.
Jocund: what i think i am striving to be. successful is pleasant. respected is respectable. serene is calming. but jocundity can take one from one side of adversity to the other with nary a scratch nor dent. i'm not talking like total stupidity of happiness and mirth, just enough to take the sting out of life and keep my cup full (with johnny walker black).
Journey: this little jaunt we're on through the cosmos and the psyche. let's face it kids, we got a shot here. a pretty good shot. full of adversity and charm, hope and pain, love and mistakes. it's going to be a long road, and knock wood it's only 1/3rd over. i find myself at a crossroads on my journey with a few paths to choose from. but the hard lesson i'm learning is that there is no right path. all roads lead to a final curtain, so fuck the map and compass, strike out on feel.
Jaded: ahhh, how could i forget this one. i do have a mild film about me of careworn fatigue. the world is not a pretty place, at least not in the realm of men. the untouched places still hold a bit of magic. the silence of the trees can be a boon. but around others, around those of tedium mediocrity and normality, well, there is little to see of hope. this ball of dirt is spinning fastly and furiously to a big boom. i'm off to a date with the dust. what matters of me after those two events?
Jester/Joker: two for the price of one. the concept of fate, of random, of wild. the person who can see the humor of the world and tell it to its face with out fear of repercussion. well, maybe a little fear. political satire can lead to death faster than a pound of bacon in front of a fat man.
Jello: there's always room for jello. especially when you mix in the right amount and type of liquor. nummmmy. also, playing around in it if you know what i mean sounds fun.
Johnny Walker Black (and maybe the Gold, Green or Blue some day): tasty tasty shit. this is the juice of the gods put on earth solely to make me happy. you all can have some, but only at my sufferance. mmmmmm.
Jill: bitch should'a stayed at the top of the hill.
Damn girl, J was hard. anyway. that is all today.
bestundiesever gave me "J".
let's see, i don't know how to do fancy cuts nor links to other people. it's okay though, i'm cool with that.
Joy: something i've been missing of late. or rather, i don't think i've ever had it. that pure moment of happiness and accomplishemnt, of relief and peace melding into a warm glow of niceness. yeah. haven't seen that just yet.
Justice: yet another thing i don't feel i get enough of. i look around and see the not so intelligent people of the world moving ahead, succeeding, and making monumental fuck ups (GW anyone?). while i laze back, unaffected and uneffected. oh and that whole murders being killed by the family members of their victims. we screwed up getting rid of that one!
Juxtaposition: it's just a fun word filled with consonants all mixed up. the dualistic nature of our psyche and societal training also play a part. we only learn by seeing what something is not. an apple can only be an apple because it is not an orange. good and evil exist on account of one another, not for one another.
Jocund: what i think i am striving to be. successful is pleasant. respected is respectable. serene is calming. but jocundity can take one from one side of adversity to the other with nary a scratch nor dent. i'm not talking like total stupidity of happiness and mirth, just enough to take the sting out of life and keep my cup full (with johnny walker black).
Journey: this little jaunt we're on through the cosmos and the psyche. let's face it kids, we got a shot here. a pretty good shot. full of adversity and charm, hope and pain, love and mistakes. it's going to be a long road, and knock wood it's only 1/3rd over. i find myself at a crossroads on my journey with a few paths to choose from. but the hard lesson i'm learning is that there is no right path. all roads lead to a final curtain, so fuck the map and compass, strike out on feel.
Jaded: ahhh, how could i forget this one. i do have a mild film about me of careworn fatigue. the world is not a pretty place, at least not in the realm of men. the untouched places still hold a bit of magic. the silence of the trees can be a boon. but around others, around those of tedium mediocrity and normality, well, there is little to see of hope. this ball of dirt is spinning fastly and furiously to a big boom. i'm off to a date with the dust. what matters of me after those two events?
Jester/Joker: two for the price of one. the concept of fate, of random, of wild. the person who can see the humor of the world and tell it to its face with out fear of repercussion. well, maybe a little fear. political satire can lead to death faster than a pound of bacon in front of a fat man.
Jello: there's always room for jello. especially when you mix in the right amount and type of liquor. nummmmy. also, playing around in it if you know what i mean sounds fun.
Johnny Walker Black (and maybe the Gold, Green or Blue some day): tasty tasty shit. this is the juice of the gods put on earth solely to make me happy. you all can have some, but only at my sufferance. mmmmmm.
Jill: bitch should'a stayed at the top of the hill.
Damn girl, J was hard. anyway. that is all today.