All up in my personal space
Ok... who feels like people are all up in their koolaid and don't even know the flava? Because seriously... That's what's happening right now. I even feel like my good vibes are being deflected and pushed back by everyone's shitty mood. I just wish I could learn how to not let people's moods and karma affect me so much (the bad ones anyway). Like, it's so strong too... I mean, goddess! I can feel it sometimes seeing through the friggan floor boards, circulating in the office, and riding next to me on the trolley. Leave me alone bad karma! I'm trying to do my thing!
I'm also so very over a few choice people. *yawn* They are boring and lazy and never listen to anything anyone says. One way I can keep myself from getting brought down by them is to not make any effort in friendship. It's draining and therefore not worth it. I think everyone should do a little self-evaluation sometimes, like, what do the people I call my friends say about me and how healthy I treat myself? I'm sick of faux-intellectual, oh-so-odd-and-random, narcissistic, yet totally lazy people who run hot and cold. BORING... I don't want to hear any of it anymore. One of my friends in particular, and it's really sad because I love him like a brother, will totally flake out on me wihtout as much as a call. Ok... so anyway. You're boring and not worth my time. And if I do get a call, I don't want to hear any lame ass excuses. Bu-Bye selfish people, Bu-bye negativity. Save it for the psychologist's office. That's my dose of ass-kicking love.
Maybe I'm PMSing. And maybe it's just a myth. I'm really torn up about Steve-o today. I'm feeling all HOTT and moving forward and actually believing that YES I CAN... be fine without him. In fact, I always have been and I always will be. It's not that I don't think that anymore, I do, but he blows up the other day with all this stuff like, he misses me and has made a mistake. But yet, we're not back together. He doens't know what he wants. I just literally cannot think about this anymore. I have a lot going on. I'm managing my sister's art career, running the Philadelphia Vagina Monologues, getting ready for grad school (ie - looking for places in Jersey City, getting my shit together and marking off my calendar) working, and I need to be my strong ass self while doing all this. How's that for multi-tasking?! I feel very accomplished recently but when Steve-o pulls this shit about our relationship or whatever it is, I'm consumed with thinking about it. It makes me want to just sit there and read all my old journals, facebook stalk him, write over and over, "I dunno... I know I love him but I don't know what he's doing to me right now and if I should even friggan bother! So, yeah... I dunno... I just dunno..." Things seemed nice yesterday, and today... a little bitter sweet. Oh Paula Abdul... you're musical musings have never meant so much to me as they do on this day! And yet, I feel like everything will ultimately be ok. It's such a weird feeling but I feel so certain.
Thank Goddess and ultra-fun weekend awaits me where I get to dance, hang out with my chickadees, who are always fun and good vibin', and just let loose! I deserve it! So Boo-yah to you! Now, I have to go because I made an important appointment to eat some of the chocolates my dad got me for Valentine's Day. Now THAT's a Valentine!
I'm also so very over a few choice people. *yawn* They are boring and lazy and never listen to anything anyone says. One way I can keep myself from getting brought down by them is to not make any effort in friendship. It's draining and therefore not worth it. I think everyone should do a little self-evaluation sometimes, like, what do the people I call my friends say about me and how healthy I treat myself? I'm sick of faux-intellectual, oh-so-odd-and-random, narcissistic, yet totally lazy people who run hot and cold. BORING... I don't want to hear any of it anymore. One of my friends in particular, and it's really sad because I love him like a brother, will totally flake out on me wihtout as much as a call. Ok... so anyway. You're boring and not worth my time. And if I do get a call, I don't want to hear any lame ass excuses. Bu-Bye selfish people, Bu-bye negativity. Save it for the psychologist's office. That's my dose of ass-kicking love.
Maybe I'm PMSing. And maybe it's just a myth. I'm really torn up about Steve-o today. I'm feeling all HOTT and moving forward and actually believing that YES I CAN... be fine without him. In fact, I always have been and I always will be. It's not that I don't think that anymore, I do, but he blows up the other day with all this stuff like, he misses me and has made a mistake. But yet, we're not back together. He doens't know what he wants. I just literally cannot think about this anymore. I have a lot going on. I'm managing my sister's art career, running the Philadelphia Vagina Monologues, getting ready for grad school (ie - looking for places in Jersey City, getting my shit together and marking off my calendar) working, and I need to be my strong ass self while doing all this. How's that for multi-tasking?! I feel very accomplished recently but when Steve-o pulls this shit about our relationship or whatever it is, I'm consumed with thinking about it. It makes me want to just sit there and read all my old journals, facebook stalk him, write over and over, "I dunno... I know I love him but I don't know what he's doing to me right now and if I should even friggan bother! So, yeah... I dunno... I just dunno..." Things seemed nice yesterday, and today... a little bitter sweet. Oh Paula Abdul... you're musical musings have never meant so much to me as they do on this day! And yet, I feel like everything will ultimately be ok. It's such a weird feeling but I feel so certain.
Thank Goddess and ultra-fun weekend awaits me where I get to dance, hang out with my chickadees, who are always fun and good vibin', and just let loose! I deserve it! So Boo-yah to you! Now, I have to go because I made an important appointment to eat some of the chocolates my dad got me for Valentine's Day. Now THAT's a Valentine!