I am kind of freaking out right now.  At the age 5, I was enrolled in 1st grade, at which time I was swiftly and truly schooled by my classmates.  I was not normal.  Period.  I wasn't allowed to dance to music like I'd always done before, without getting called names and being laughed at.  My teacher gave me a time out for not being able to recite ( Read more... )

This is why I love the Internet. When I could, I'd do nice things for people, just because and I believe in the art of karma. That's not to say that the things I did, I did because I was creating a cycle of karma. I did these things because they seemed like the right thing to do, the decent thing to do, the loving thing to do. Now I find myself ( Read more... )

For one who collects them, has made some, and admires masks in the extreme, I grow weary of people who wear them for no other reason but to hide their ugliness. I neither support nor appreciate dishonesty, nor can I abide by it in the manner in which I was forced when working for BMG. If you can't be up front with me about things, if you can't be ( Read more... )

Yesterday at the dollar store, this elderly man came up and asked me where the raw-hide dog sticks were. I directed him to the right place, then went about my business of checking people out. A few minutes later, the man came up with two different packages of raw-hide treats. He asked me which ones I'd get, and I said that I'd get both, just to ( Read more... )