"Today was the day Jesus died."
This came up a few times in class today while I was teaching. It is interesting to me how the most important holiday in the Christian calendar--and the only one I give any real meditation-- is treated with such little regard. Those few kids speak in whispers--afraid of being alienated. They keep to themselves. "He is risen," one will say.
"He is risen indeed," will be the knee-jerk response. Kindof like peace be with you.
I guess it's good that Easter isn't something that is commercialized as much as Christmas. But what sort of ad campaigning can you do with a guy being crucified on a cross? I guess we should ask Mel Gibson. Either way it comes up yucky.
It feels strange this year for me. And yet, my absence in actively participating in Lenten practices or biblical readings, fastings, vespers and prayer meditation, my apathy and general lack of energy and interest has me wondering...
I am sitting here eating a Cadberry Egg and drinking a glass of wine.
And know what? I don't feel guilty about it. But I don't feel good--I don't feel--anything. Maybe that is the trouble. Somewhere between guilt and good.
I want to find that place.
Lately, I have started to workout mornings. My schedule does not allow for leisure after school sessions. I cannot remember the last time I showered in my own home.
Every morning I meet the same women in the locker room. We have become, in a sense, sisters. Sure, we are in various stages of undress, busily preening in place--most of the time naked while talking about our lives-- but the spirit in the cramped, upstairs quaters of the YMCA is charged and positive--it feels more like a sorority house than a health club.
I miss my private morning time and meditation, but the comeradity felt mornings before 7 is worth getting out of bed--most days.
So I'll be on the radio soon. First for the fund drive--eee gad.
Something is still missing...Where are you? What are you? Who are you?
3/25/2005
3/23/2005
family feud
"TO SLEEP"
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if it so please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passéd day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards,
And seal the hushèd casket of my soul.
things that are difficult:
1. exhaustion without release
2. lack of appreciation
3. being misunderstood
4. lingering nightmares
5. loving and hating others at the same time
6. holidays without Lillian
7. seeking the joie de vivre
8. not seeing my cats
9. late nights with a card table and laptop for company
10. approaching weekends spent alone
O soft embalmer of the still midnight,
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:
O soothest Sleep! if it so please thee, close,
In midst of this thine hymn, my willing eyes,
Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws
Around my bed its lulling charities.
Then save me, or the passéd day will shine
Upon my pillow, breeding many woes;
Save me from curious conscience, that still lords
Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oilèd wards,
And seal the hushèd casket of my soul.
things that are difficult:
1. exhaustion without release
2. lack of appreciation
3. being misunderstood
4. lingering nightmares
5. loving and hating others at the same time
6. holidays without Lillian
7. seeking the joie de vivre
8. not seeing my cats
9. late nights with a card table and laptop for company
10. approaching weekends spent alone
3/21/2005
first day of spring
I see that from these boys shall men of nothing
Stature by seedy shifting,
Or lame the air with leaping from its hearts;
There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse
Of love and light bursts in their throats.
O see the pulse of summer in the ice.
II
We are the dark derniers let us summon
Death from a summer woman,
A muscling life from lovers in their cramp
From the fair dead who flush the sea
The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp
And from the planted womb the man of straw.
III
I see you boys of summer in your ruin.
Man in his maggots barren.
And boys are full and foreign to the pouch.
I am the man your father was.
We are the sons of flint and pitch.
O see the poles are kissing as they cross.
--Dylan Thomas "I See the Boys of Summer"
I am tired. The days are unbelievable.
But I get it. I finally get it.
I wait patiently for change.
Now, sleep, take hold and leave me be.
Stature by seedy shifting,
Or lame the air with leaping from its hearts;
There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse
Of love and light bursts in their throats.
O see the pulse of summer in the ice.
II
We are the dark derniers let us summon
Death from a summer woman,
A muscling life from lovers in their cramp
From the fair dead who flush the sea
The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp
And from the planted womb the man of straw.
III
I see you boys of summer in your ruin.
Man in his maggots barren.
And boys are full and foreign to the pouch.
I am the man your father was.
We are the sons of flint and pitch.
O see the poles are kissing as they cross.
--Dylan Thomas "I See the Boys of Summer"
I am tired. The days are unbelievable.
But I get it. I finally get it.
I wait patiently for change.
Now, sleep, take hold and leave me be.
I see that from these boys shall men of nothing
Stature by seedy shifting,
Or lame the air with leaping from its hearts;
There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse
Of love and light bursts in their throats.
O see the pulse of summer in the ice.
II
We are the dark derniers let us summon
Death from a summer woman,
A muscling life from lovers in their cramp
From the fair dead who flush the sea
The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp
And from the planted womb the man of straw.
III
I see you boys of summer in your ruin.
Man in his maggots barren.
And boys are full and foreign to the pouch.
I am the man your father was.
We are the sons of flint and pitch.
O see the poles are kissing as they cross.
--Dylan Thomas "I See the Boys of Summer"
I am tired. The days are unbelievable.
But I get it. I finally get it.
Yes I do. In life, in love, in work, in friendship.
I will not do this again.
Now, sleep, take hold and leave me be.
Stature by seedy shifting,
Or lame the air with leaping from its hearts;
There from their hearts the dogdayed pulse
Of love and light bursts in their throats.
O see the pulse of summer in the ice.
II
We are the dark derniers let us summon
Death from a summer woman,
A muscling life from lovers in their cramp
From the fair dead who flush the sea
The bright-eyed worm on Davy's lamp
And from the planted womb the man of straw.
III
I see you boys of summer in your ruin.
Man in his maggots barren.
And boys are full and foreign to the pouch.
I am the man your father was.
We are the sons of flint and pitch.
O see the poles are kissing as they cross.
--Dylan Thomas "I See the Boys of Summer"
I am tired. The days are unbelievable.
But I get it. I finally get it.
Yes I do. In life, in love, in work, in friendship.
I will not do this again.
Now, sleep, take hold and leave me be.
3/17/2005
St. Patrick's Day thoughts
Thursday morning, March 20: My first morning: blank pages: a blank page. Tired still, but warm and comfortable. Resolved not to go out: outside the slithering soggy sound of cars speeding through wet. Snow falling when I woke: black varnishing slick roads, but hanging to tree and roof top in idea of the icy shackles.---journals of Sylvia Plath
I'm still in bed--watching the cars pass by on highway 37. The sun is reflecting off the cars that remain in the lot-frost still on the tops of them. Birds are chirping outside--probably enjoying my newly planted seeds. Read on for more.
It is after 9am. Part of the reason I am still in bed is that I can be. Other reason is that I have been working out hard and then putting in 7 hours on the set--so I cannot move today. I hate the bed when it gets too warm in one place. I have to move to the cold, untouched side of the bed. I will make a terrible invalid.
The week has been interesting. I just finished watching a film called Wilbur (wants to kill himself) and started What the (bleep) do we know?
As I mentioned, I've been working on the show--both on set and director stuff. Have been reading Sylvia Plath's journals and letters home. Today I have three letters of recommendation to write, will paint some more and then over to Irish Lion for a Guiness.
Telepathy
I have been troubled by a heated, one-sided conversation I had with my sister the other night. It angers me when people criticize others about their situation or suggest that they are "spinning their wheels" when if they would only stop and look at their own choices (or lackthereof) they would shut their mouths and not give unwanted advice. I also know that she talks daily with my parents, and so this is the message from mom and dad. This is the way my family communicates. Channeling, Assumptions and Telepathy.
I stopped talking to everyone because when the story comes back to me it's worse than four-year-olds playing the telephone game.
Krogering
I ran into a couple from the old life on Tuesday. Most of the time people are pretty kind and just look at me, politely say hello and move on. What they talk about later is their own business. But this was a strange encounter. I was so bothered by it that I had to stand and stare at the beans and rice for a minute or two until they passed. Unfortunately, we met again at the check-out. I am the same person, folks. I am a cool, fun-loving, thrill-seeking introvert who has had some bad times. I am not a freak--don't look at me like I am.
Planting Seeds for Spring
For Lilly's birhtday I decided last year that I would buy her a perennial to plant each year. That way, we could talk about the flowers from previous years and she would have a nice garden to tend as she gets older(or I'll tend). For her easter basket, I bought books and seeds. Oh yeah, and peeps. Every kid has to experience Peeps.
So we planted the seeds outside my apartment on Tuesday: alissum, zinneas, cosmos and marigolds. Lilly was more interested in digging up worms than planting seeds, but hopefully she'll like the flowers that bloom in May.
Apartment Living
ONe thing I have started to do while living in this apartment is notice the cars in the lot. Lately there have been cars that I have never seen before. I try to figure out who has moved in, who is visiting, who has a new girlfriend. The Red 4-Runner that parks in the handicapped spot for convenience, the black sedan with front European license plate who backs in to the space, the black Chevy pick-up truck..who are these people?
Ahh, transient living. We come and we go.
Nosey Janitors
As I was working on building, Tom the maintenance guy came by to "check on me". I assume he was the one voulnteered to get the latest on my marital status and bring it back to the boys in office. Men are such dogs. Somehow it came out that I am a vegetarian and that I don't have a t.v. He stood there puzzled, holding my hammer and said, "You don't have a t.v. and you don't eat meat? What the hell do you do all day?"
These are my thoughts today. A round of Green Beer on me.
I'm still in bed--watching the cars pass by on highway 37. The sun is reflecting off the cars that remain in the lot-frost still on the tops of them. Birds are chirping outside--probably enjoying my newly planted seeds. Read on for more.
It is after 9am. Part of the reason I am still in bed is that I can be. Other reason is that I have been working out hard and then putting in 7 hours on the set--so I cannot move today. I hate the bed when it gets too warm in one place. I have to move to the cold, untouched side of the bed. I will make a terrible invalid.
The week has been interesting. I just finished watching a film called Wilbur (wants to kill himself) and started What the (bleep) do we know?
As I mentioned, I've been working on the show--both on set and director stuff. Have been reading Sylvia Plath's journals and letters home. Today I have three letters of recommendation to write, will paint some more and then over to Irish Lion for a Guiness.
Telepathy
I have been troubled by a heated, one-sided conversation I had with my sister the other night. It angers me when people criticize others about their situation or suggest that they are "spinning their wheels" when if they would only stop and look at their own choices (or lackthereof) they would shut their mouths and not give unwanted advice. I also know that she talks daily with my parents, and so this is the message from mom and dad. This is the way my family communicates. Channeling, Assumptions and Telepathy.
I stopped talking to everyone because when the story comes back to me it's worse than four-year-olds playing the telephone game.
Krogering
I ran into a couple from the old life on Tuesday. Most of the time people are pretty kind and just look at me, politely say hello and move on. What they talk about later is their own business. But this was a strange encounter. I was so bothered by it that I had to stand and stare at the beans and rice for a minute or two until they passed. Unfortunately, we met again at the check-out. I am the same person, folks. I am a cool, fun-loving, thrill-seeking introvert who has had some bad times. I am not a freak--don't look at me like I am.
Planting Seeds for Spring
For Lilly's birhtday I decided last year that I would buy her a perennial to plant each year. That way, we could talk about the flowers from previous years and she would have a nice garden to tend as she gets older(or I'll tend). For her easter basket, I bought books and seeds. Oh yeah, and peeps. Every kid has to experience Peeps.
So we planted the seeds outside my apartment on Tuesday: alissum, zinneas, cosmos and marigolds. Lilly was more interested in digging up worms than planting seeds, but hopefully she'll like the flowers that bloom in May.
Apartment Living
ONe thing I have started to do while living in this apartment is notice the cars in the lot. Lately there have been cars that I have never seen before. I try to figure out who has moved in, who is visiting, who has a new girlfriend. The Red 4-Runner that parks in the handicapped spot for convenience, the black sedan with front European license plate who backs in to the space, the black Chevy pick-up truck..who are these people?
Ahh, transient living. We come and we go.
Nosey Janitors
As I was working on building, Tom the maintenance guy came by to "check on me". I assume he was the one voulnteered to get the latest on my marital status and bring it back to the boys in office. Men are such dogs. Somehow it came out that I am a vegetarian and that I don't have a t.v. He stood there puzzled, holding my hammer and said, "You don't have a t.v. and you don't eat meat? What the hell do you do all day?"
These are my thoughts today. A round of Green Beer on me.
3/14/2005
spring break cont.
Monday.
"...a vivified awakening after 10 hours of sleep and the queer dark and white empty campus at nine, not a soul, not a car- a nightmare sequence preparing, the class building unlit." Friday, March 14, journals of Sylvia Plath
I woke again in a panic at 7:10. I cried out in my sleep last night-- something that always scares me. I woke not knowing what frightened me so--I just knew something was there, floating in my mind, causing me to scream, clutching my covers over my head, waiting for my breathing to calm.
I mentioned that spring is a very hard time for me. I think it can be more difficult than enduring the fall. So, in like a lamb and out like a lion? At least it isn't a demon, or could it be?
Another point of concern for me: I keep befriending folks who have no interest in me or what I have to give to them or to the world. It hardens the heart. At least the behavior is predictible--the silent treatment and disappearing act. Alas--another sad goodbye.
MORE ON TODAY (after noon):
I am sitting in a new favorite restaurant (Roots) drinking a Bells Amber and enjoying an amazing bowl of butternut squash and cornbread. Outstanding.
It has been a fine day today. It is sunny and warm lots of people out and about it has been lovely.
This weekend gave me an opportunity to catch up with my oldest friend. Sad to say she has had a rough go at it and still isn't happy, but has settled on the life she has. I hope that never happens to me.
I was working out today and since I am between books opted for Rolling Stone. There was a quote from Green Day that read, "It's sexy to be an angry young man, not a bitter old bastard." It had me laughing outloud-maybe because I know several bitter old bastards these days.
ciao--
"...a vivified awakening after 10 hours of sleep and the queer dark and white empty campus at nine, not a soul, not a car- a nightmare sequence preparing, the class building unlit." Friday, March 14, journals of Sylvia Plath
I woke again in a panic at 7:10. I cried out in my sleep last night-- something that always scares me. I woke not knowing what frightened me so--I just knew something was there, floating in my mind, causing me to scream, clutching my covers over my head, waiting for my breathing to calm.
I mentioned that spring is a very hard time for me. I think it can be more difficult than enduring the fall. So, in like a lamb and out like a lion? At least it isn't a demon, or could it be?
Another point of concern for me: I keep befriending folks who have no interest in me or what I have to give to them or to the world. It hardens the heart. At least the behavior is predictible--the silent treatment and disappearing act. Alas--another sad goodbye.
MORE ON TODAY (after noon):
I am sitting in a new favorite restaurant (Roots) drinking a Bells Amber and enjoying an amazing bowl of butternut squash and cornbread. Outstanding.
It has been a fine day today. It is sunny and warm lots of people out and about it has been lovely.
This weekend gave me an opportunity to catch up with my oldest friend. Sad to say she has had a rough go at it and still isn't happy, but has settled on the life she has. I hope that never happens to me.
I was working out today and since I am between books opted for Rolling Stone. There was a quote from Green Day that read, "It's sexy to be an angry young man, not a bitter old bastard." It had me laughing outloud-maybe because I know several bitter old bastards these days.
ciao--
3/12/2005
spring break top 10 list
1. Meeting nora o'connor and enjoying her music live.
2. Tri-training. Especially swimming for miles and miles.
3. Snow. Amazing snow.
4. Sleeping in until 9:30. Guilt-free reading in bed.
5. Enjoying another's company--even though we had nothing--absolutely nothing-- in common.
6. Movies at Bear's Place.
7. Yellow daisies.
8. Having a drink before noon on a Tuesday.
9. Morning skies.
10. Someone wrote "love is everywhere" on a trashcan outside the MCPL. Beautiful.
Just watched THE GOOD GIRL with Jennifer Aniston, Jake Gyllenhaal and John C. Reilly and although there were parts that were ridiculous, I could relate. And sheeuut, Jake Gyllenhaal has the most amazing eyes I have ever seen...hold me back, whoa.
Next, BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER..good stuff.
Looking for one of the songs--I think it's called "glass vase cello case" by tattle tale?
Here's to hoping you are safe--and happy this week.
2. Tri-training. Especially swimming for miles and miles.
3. Snow. Amazing snow.
4. Sleeping in until 9:30. Guilt-free reading in bed.
5. Enjoying another's company--even though we had nothing--absolutely nothing-- in common.
6. Movies at Bear's Place.
7. Yellow daisies.
8. Having a drink before noon on a Tuesday.
9. Morning skies.
10. Someone wrote "love is everywhere" on a trashcan outside the MCPL. Beautiful.
Just watched THE GOOD GIRL with Jennifer Aniston, Jake Gyllenhaal and John C. Reilly and although there were parts that were ridiculous, I could relate. And sheeuut, Jake Gyllenhaal has the most amazing eyes I have ever seen...hold me back, whoa.
Next, BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER..good stuff.
Looking for one of the songs--I think it's called "glass vase cello case" by tattle tale?
Here's to hoping you are safe--and happy this week.
3/10/2005
wrong place, right time
Happy Hour.
A blanket invitation to celebrate the beginning of a vacation is usually a definite no when it comes to rsvping--or attending. But after an exhausting, lonely week and evening rehearsal with nothing else planned until later, I figured, what the hell. There must be someone in attendance to hang with.
Wrong.
I show up and am the only one not wearing a sweater vest, ball cap or the school colors. Great.
So I sit down and order my usual, thinking I would be much better off drinking alone, as I usually do. I feign interest in topics discussed, make cell calls to family and friend hoping they pick up so I can excuse myself--to no avail. I make smalltalk while I order a double, and settle up quickly.
On the way home, I receive a warning of the old man's heart throb from years past, who will be staying in our house over the weekend. I could have predicted that three year's ago. And although I am not surprised--he continues to discuss inviting my parents over for the family Easter Egg Hunt--and oh, yeah, I can come too. I disconnect feeling angry and miserable--like losing everything in a crap shoot--and all I want is my girl. Just let me hold my girl.
A blanket invitation to celebrate the beginning of a vacation is usually a definite no when it comes to rsvping--or attending. But after an exhausting, lonely week and evening rehearsal with nothing else planned until later, I figured, what the hell. There must be someone in attendance to hang with.
Wrong.
I show up and am the only one not wearing a sweater vest, ball cap or the school colors. Great.
So I sit down and order my usual, thinking I would be much better off drinking alone, as I usually do. I feign interest in topics discussed, make cell calls to family and friend hoping they pick up so I can excuse myself--to no avail. I make smalltalk while I order a double, and settle up quickly.
On the way home, I receive a warning of the old man's heart throb from years past, who will be staying in our house over the weekend. I could have predicted that three year's ago. And although I am not surprised--he continues to discuss inviting my parents over for the family Easter Egg Hunt--and oh, yeah, I can come too. I disconnect feeling angry and miserable--like losing everything in a crap shoot--and all I want is my girl. Just let me hold my girl.
3/08/2005
feliz cumpleaños to my Spanish Scholar
Happy Birthday, D.C. freak.
Just heard a few great tunes--Louis Armstrong with Oscar Peterson recording an amazing rendition of "You Go To My Head" also Harry Connick, Jr. doing "I Only Have Eyes for You". The dj always plays my requests--thanks, Mr. DJ.
The old grind has been wearing me down. The last few weeks have felt like being stranded out in the middle of the ocean, sun beating down with no sign of rescue. The days have been long and grueling; makes it hard to know why I get up--nothing to look forward to but the day's end-and sleep, ahh, the glorious escape of sleep. But the dreams are mirror images of the day-to-day fight, only more graphic and unforgiving.
I must admit, old Blogger, that there have been moments where I certainly questioned my existence. I just have to believe there is more to life than this loveless, meaningless habitrail....
But someone opened a window today. And for a fleeting moment The Sun shown down on me.
I thank him for that.
Just heard a few great tunes--Louis Armstrong with Oscar Peterson recording an amazing rendition of "You Go To My Head" also Harry Connick, Jr. doing "I Only Have Eyes for You". The dj always plays my requests--thanks, Mr. DJ.
The old grind has been wearing me down. The last few weeks have felt like being stranded out in the middle of the ocean, sun beating down with no sign of rescue. The days have been long and grueling; makes it hard to know why I get up--nothing to look forward to but the day's end-and sleep, ahh, the glorious escape of sleep. But the dreams are mirror images of the day-to-day fight, only more graphic and unforgiving.
I must admit, old Blogger, that there have been moments where I certainly questioned my existence. I just have to believe there is more to life than this loveless, meaningless habitrail....
But someone opened a window today. And for a fleeting moment The Sun shown down on me.
I thank him for that.
3/06/2005
grey to clear...
My, my will you look at the time?
Wasted, all these years gone by
and I can't even talk to you, don't even try.
Ooh, well.
Down here it says you left, and I'm
waiting for the grey to clear,
I don't know what I'm runnin' on but
sometime ago our hope was gone down here.
What I wouldn't give for real love.
What I wouldn't give for that-- piece of mind--
down here.
Down here I'm leavin' the light on,
Well, I guess I could be wrong
down here.
I know, I tend to get down,
Can't even feel when it's comin' around,
but I sure could use some kind of hope about now
ooh, well.
Down here it says you left and I'm
waiting for the grey to clear
I don't know what I've been runnin' on
but sometime ago our hope was gone
down here.
What I wouldn't give for real love
What I wouldn't give for that piece of mind
down here.
Wasted, all these years gone by
and I can't even talk to you, don't even try.
Ooh, well.
Down here it says you left, and I'm
waiting for the grey to clear,
I don't know what I'm runnin' on but
sometime ago our hope was gone down here.
What I wouldn't give for real love.
What I wouldn't give for that-- piece of mind--
down here.
Down here I'm leavin' the light on,
Well, I guess I could be wrong
down here.
I know, I tend to get down,
Can't even feel when it's comin' around,
but I sure could use some kind of hope about now
ooh, well.
Down here it says you left and I'm
waiting for the grey to clear
I don't know what I've been runnin' on
but sometime ago our hope was gone
down here.
What I wouldn't give for real love
What I wouldn't give for that piece of mind
down here.
3/04/2005
3/02/2005
mornings at 7
1. This postcard.
2. Colbalt blue background with 1/2 moonglow, clock face shining through sample gates
and pristine cross atop church on 4th street.
3. Warm clothes on a cold day.
4. Arcade Fire's # 4, 8, and 9.
5. Waking up sore from a good workout.
6. Silence
7. Making all the lights on 2nd Street.
8. The sound of snow crunching under my feet.
9. A FREE night--well, after 7
10. The possibility of this day.
2/27/2005
15 random sunday thoughts
Lilly is taking a nap, so I thought I would pussy-foot around and do some monologue-ing.
My camera is in the shop. Well, it is ready to be claimed, but I don't have $250 bucks to unclaim it--which is a bad thing, because my daughter asleep on my bed is so beautiful. I love listening to her breathing--rise and fall--rise and fall.
...and the weekend contines to be great, especially now that she is with me.
so, randome (the french spelling) thoughts and questions:
1. I love to use words like "pussyfooting" and "fiddle-e-dicking" It gets people's attention.
2. 9 times out of 10, Sundays are overcast, cloudy or rainy. Today's forecast: overcast.
3. I want to be a mermaid when I grow up.
4. My laugh is funny. It usually makes everyone else laugh, too.
5. How long must one wait for love to come back after you have set it free?
6. The people who live above me are LOUD. Last night they did laundry at 349am.
7. Men with no hair are sexy.
8. I collect postcards
9. I like twangy instruments and the people who play them.
10. I have a green thumb and forefinger.
11. If you can list 108 positive things about someone you are having trouble with and meditate on them, the person will feel the positive energy and come back around.
12. I hate burning bridges--but I like setting fires.
13. Do you prefer Atlantic or Pacific side? I like Atlantic. It feels more masculine.
14. Who is emo anyway?
15. Lilly said 'pickle' today.
My camera is in the shop. Well, it is ready to be claimed, but I don't have $250 bucks to unclaim it--which is a bad thing, because my daughter asleep on my bed is so beautiful. I love listening to her breathing--rise and fall--rise and fall.
...and the weekend contines to be great, especially now that she is with me.
so, randome (the french spelling) thoughts and questions:
1. I love to use words like "pussyfooting" and "fiddle-e-dicking" It gets people's attention.
2. 9 times out of 10, Sundays are overcast, cloudy or rainy. Today's forecast: overcast.
3. I want to be a mermaid when I grow up.
4. My laugh is funny. It usually makes everyone else laugh, too.
5. How long must one wait for love to come back after you have set it free?
6. The people who live above me are LOUD. Last night they did laundry at 349am.
7. Men with no hair are sexy.
8. I collect postcards
9. I like twangy instruments and the people who play them.
10. I have a green thumb and forefinger.
11. If you can list 108 positive things about someone you are having trouble with and meditate on them, the person will feel the positive energy and come back around.
12. I hate burning bridges--but I like setting fires.
13. Do you prefer Atlantic or Pacific side? I like Atlantic. It feels more masculine.
14. Who is emo anyway?
15. Lilly said 'pickle' today.
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