oh the humanity
it's strange how people can surprise you. constantly. for good, for bad. who among us doesn't have an ever-growing list of "what was i thinking?!" or "i should've known s/he was..." and on and on... I despise those regrets that nauseate, but without them would I receive the pleasant surprises, the "who would've thought s/he would...", the instances where true colors are shown -- and they're vibrant rather than mud. i used to think i have high standards. that i expected too much from people. but, really, i don't. all i expect is for people to be people, for humans to show humanity, for others to do unto me what i'd do for them. maybe i'm willing to offer more than the average bear. maybe the majority of people i know are selfish assholes. maybe i'm *that* tragic hero. maybe i'm just a buncha buncha blahblahblah.
i like getting good letters in the mail. teeny pics are neat.
there's an art to letter-writing. in this age of email, is it getting lost? some got it, some don't, and the rest don't got it either.
my ankle hurts. whiskey helps. yay, whiskey. and thank god that other med ordeal is basically done with. basically. well, it won't ever be O-V-E-R... that's one thing i've learned; however, the bulk is done. wish it weren't such a blind spot for some. but i can drink again, i can get off the couch again, i can be part of the world again. that's nice. the world is nice. or so i'm told. it's been too long since i've been an active member.
i'm gaining weight. i should be pleased. i am. and not.
i'm happy. and i'm not.
i'm doing grrrreat. and i'm not.
i'm this close to writing an uber-angst teen-esque poem. but i won't.
i like roller skating. my ankle's healing. i wanna get wheels attached to the soles of my feet.
i wish buffy were still on tv. not a wish that it had continued beyond season 7, but just that i had a weekly dosage of buffy to which i could look forward. i miss that. at times, it could be excruciating (is giles the first???) but oh so wonderful, too.
there are calls i need to make. but it's just not a good idea to call in those wee a.m. hours.
recently i've had the odd desire to buy a real cheerleading skirt. in which i shall workout.
i skate, therefore i am.
and i still think joan of arc was a vampire slayer.
(maybe that's why buffy chose the name 'joan'.)
i like getting good letters in the mail. teeny pics are neat.
there's an art to letter-writing. in this age of email, is it getting lost? some got it, some don't, and the rest don't got it either.
my ankle hurts. whiskey helps. yay, whiskey. and thank god that other med ordeal is basically done with. basically. well, it won't ever be O-V-E-R... that's one thing i've learned; however, the bulk is done. wish it weren't such a blind spot for some. but i can drink again, i can get off the couch again, i can be part of the world again. that's nice. the world is nice. or so i'm told. it's been too long since i've been an active member.
i'm gaining weight. i should be pleased. i am. and not.
i'm happy. and i'm not.
i'm doing grrrreat. and i'm not.
i'm this close to writing an uber-angst teen-esque poem. but i won't.
i like roller skating. my ankle's healing. i wanna get wheels attached to the soles of my feet.
i wish buffy were still on tv. not a wish that it had continued beyond season 7, but just that i had a weekly dosage of buffy to which i could look forward. i miss that. at times, it could be excruciating (is giles the first???) but oh so wonderful, too.
there are calls i need to make. but it's just not a good idea to call in those wee a.m. hours.
recently i've had the odd desire to buy a real cheerleading skirt. in which i shall workout.
i skate, therefore i am.
and i still think joan of arc was a vampire slayer.
(maybe that's why buffy chose the name 'joan'.)