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[Aug. 20th, 2008|08:16 am] |
Happy Birthday to my kid. :)
8 years old already.... damn, where does the time go? |
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| this quote is working in many ways for me today |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|06:33 am] |
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"Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were."
~ Cherie Carter-Scott
I'm working until lunchtime, then taking the afternoon off. Yes, again. I will be working on Saturday to make it up so quit hating! It ain't all a big soft bed of blue roses for me you know! But I've learned a few tricks along the way in the many years I've lived. I'm still learning really good stuff.
All you need is love.
*HUGSTHEFLIST* |
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[Aug. 20th, 2008|05:50 am] |
If They Don't Have Ritalin in Heaven,
I guess I'll be up there with all of them,
Allah, Krishna, Yahweh, God, speeding
along, shooting the shit with the Hims,
asking Him and Him do they too love
the names of these rivers the way I do,
Irrawaddy, Orinoco, Limpopo, Snake,
the banyans & cottonwoods & teaks
that overhang their banks, salmon & pike
that teem beneath—& isn't it great how
piano in Papuan Pidgin is big black box
with teeth you hit him he cry, & even though
the mosquito transmits malaria & dengue
& thus has vexed untold millions unto
this day, & the spirochete causes yaws,
aren't both elegant beings—the angel
winged tuning-fork vibrato of the former;
the latter so sinuous & svelte & beguiling
under the scope—& speaking of speeding,
what about that Audi Quattro, how it accelerates,
0 to 60 in 5.3 seconds (though you're definitely
playing dice with your life when you tool out
onto the Beltway into the morning rush,
flitting between those minivans & cement
mixers, 18-wheelers & SUVs), & if you stop
to think about it, what's the hurry anyway—
the Times reports 97% of American workers
say they'd quit their jobs in a trice if they hit
the lottery. (Me, I always play numbers
3, 17, & 1789, in honor of Saint Patrick
& of Voltaire, Rousseau, & the other lights
of the French Revolution, those philosophes
sans whose Rights of Man we'd be spinning
purposelessly atop the fragile tectonic plates
atop the hissing molten core.) I guess it'll take
a week or two for me to get back to the Hims
(nary a molecule of Ritalin lacing the cocktail
that is my blood), but when I finally arrive
maybe I won't shoot the shit after all, not
babble about the baobabs, the Monongahela,
maybe I'll just sit still there & regard
the dread shape, the fearsome visage
(cross between an Ayatollah & a Mather,
I imagine, proving the imagination
is influenced unduly by the news media
& by high school), & for the good of all
I'll stare into His remorseless eye & enquire
if indeed the Existentialists had gotten it right,
He'd created this world, then given it up, cast
His lot elsewhere, out there past
the moons of Pluto, sick as He was
of our whining & scribbling & warring—
though admit it, didn't He sometimes miss
the water hyacinth floating swiftly along
the Mekong after the rains, the ineffable
downward curve of the weeping willows,
the intoxicating scent of jasmine at dusk,
Mozart's Clarinet Concerto in A Major,
& the dinosaurs. |
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| I'm new here. (nsfw) |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|07:07 pm] |
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| ANGST TEA |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|12:45 am] |
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look mark, i'm cool like you. |
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| A storm cometh. |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|11:33 pm] |
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So the cats out of the bag. My parents know. Everybody knows. Which is incredibly relieving. The circumstances sucked (ie, I didn't tell them), but I can't change that so I might as well not dwell on it. My parents are refusing to stop telling me (every time that I see them) how sick he is and how he's a pedophile and how he's only going to hurt me and I'll recognize my mistake one day. So I moved out. We were doing counselling and such (I still am), but they just refuse to see my point of view at all. So, I guess we're kind of at an impass. They said it was my decision when they found out.. to stay with him or not.. but when I decided to stay with him, they freaked out even more and pulled all the support they said they would always give. So now we're kind of not talking, which I initiated because frankly, I'm sick of hearing my dad tell me the guy that I love is a sick SOB and that I'm just a piece of tail. Hopefully they'll come to understand one day that that is not the case. I already know that they'll never let him come around, he's never going to be accepted. But that's on them. I was willing to work it out. Still am I guess. It's just getting tiring hearing the same old crap over and over again. It sucks though that my relationship with them has deteriorated so much. It wouldn't be so bad if they could talk about something else to me sometimes. All I get is how much I'm hurting them and how can I do this to our family and all that. It's such crap. How can you treat the daughter you supposedly love so much like such crap. Everything is so conditional.
Anyway. The boy is being awesome, as ever. He's been very supportive and just always wanting me to know that his ultimate goal is what's best for me. We'll get through it I think, and I can't see there ever being any test of our relationship and bond as big as this one. The bottom line is, he's incredible, he makes me happy and treats me well, and I want him. And an added bonus is that he wants me too. It's so amazing to see him trying so hard and standing so tall for me. I love that boy. That doesn't really change the fact that I'm losing my family though... and I am upset about that. That's not just going to go away. How do I have my sadness and not make him feel bad? I think he feels like it's his fault sometimes, and when I'm sad he feels bad. My coping skills kinda suck right now (a girl can only take so much.. and it's been a shit few months), and as a result I've been taking out a lot of my sadness and anger and frustration on him... which means we've been fighting a lot. Do I need to suck it up, or just sit down and make it really really clear to him what's going on in my head, or what? I''ve tried both and neither seems to do the trick.
Anyway. That's my life right now. Chaos. |
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| What's that in your pocket? ...Tampons. Uh. Go on in. |
[Aug. 20th, 2008|12:11 am] |
( Slightly large images under the cut. )
There'll be a wtf-suburbs post later on, I'm sure.
Oh, oh. And here's the rest of the NIN pictures.
Edit: lol, and that one of Finck playing a recorder - Check out Justin. He's on cello. Fucking cello. Jesus shit I love Nine Inch Nails more than life. |
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| Weight loss |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|10:06 pm] |
A husband and wife I know are doing a medically supervised weight loss program.
A friend has searched and finally found a personal trainer she likes.
An employee of mine is running a mile every (other?) day.
I think the universe is trying to give me a sign. |
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| Planet Express |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|09:19 pm] |
A mindless worker is a happy worker...shut up and do your job! ;) I found some great Futurama booty (hyuk hyuk) so I pulled some of it together for this shoot. Enjoy!
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[Aug. 19th, 2008|02:06 pm] |
Well I finally have a CD player in my car. I am loving it, oh... it was an orgasm for my ears to finally hear something other than other cars and my neurotic voice...
I have been working quite a bit and trying to maintain my attendance.
Angela and I are looking into a place out by Willow.
Also, my brother a few friends and I were a part of a recent photo shoot for a clothing line called Dirty.
It has been a lot of fun and hard work these last few weeks.
I made the decision to get back into school,... I plan to talk to an advisor at V.U but I doubt I will be attending there. This time I want or would rather go more for journalism and photography and minor in other art forms. I would like to look into Batik and water colour.
Well I have to jet, but peace and what not to all yo!
*S*
Suzi |
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| Story of Lo' |
[Aug. 19th, 2008|04:18 pm] |
Hello,
My name's Lorelei and I'm into erotica.
I created this journal so that I could have one easy place to write about sex, fantasies, love, hate, and anything that inspires me; and inspiration, like Jack the Ripper, can strike suddenly. Expect a story a week as well as some random thoughts and theories, besides that, my journal will be a free-for-all.
I write all kinds of erotica, usually very short, and at times is can be highly explicit.
Hope you come by and check it out.
-</a></b></a>![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) loreleilear |
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