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Date:2008-08-11 17:49
Subject:forever and ever amen

holy cow - i totally forgot about this thing..  i can't believe it's been almost 2 years since a post..  

i don't think i should neglect this as much as i have been

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Date:2006-11-08 23:18
Subject:It seemed fitting.
Mood: cynical

"She Shut Your Eyes" 

She shut your eyes 
Now you could say better luck next time 
But I know you're about to die 
How deep can you drill into a man's soul 
Still say better luck next time 
When the only thing to fill it with is a lie 

So say what you want 
But drops of crystal clear water 
Has been falling into your heart 

Now you're sick of lying 
Tonight a star is shining 
On a heart that's dying T
he morning star is shining again 

So you better wake up 
You better rise up 
The morning star is shining again 

How long has it been since you gave in
Did it just take all this time 
For you to see you're not the Messiah 

She shut your eyes 
Or did you do it yourself with time 
Did you on purpose walk astray 

Did you choose to be a liar 
A star called your name 
Will you use your voice to answer 
Just one last time 

Now you're sick of lying down again...

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Date:2006-10-01 10:30
Subject:frustration. annoyance.. it's all relative...
Mood: grumpy

Sometimes [more often than not] I get annoyed with people in general.  They just really get under my skin.  I'm not sure why.  Perhaps it's selfish of me to get like this, I don't know.  To make a poor choice and then constantly bitch about the repercussions of this choice is utterly annoying to no end.  If you are undoubtedly that miserable and you have the power to make another choice that would solve your misery, do it.  These problems persist only because you allow them to.  

This is why I'm a hermit.

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Date:2006-09-29 12:27
Subject:soulmates: fact or fiction?
Mood: contemplative

As defined by Merriam-Webster:

Main Entry: soul mate
Function: noun
1 : a person who is perfectly suited to another in temperament
2 : a person who strongly resembles another in attitudes or beliefs <ideological soul mates>

So, is there such a thing a soul mate?  I know this may sound a bit nutty, but I may have come to the realization that there is in fact such a thing.  I've always had a liking for the movie "What Dreams May Come".  Not so much for the soul mate - thing, but for some reason, some really strange reason; it made the thought of death a lot more comforting to me.  I've always struggled with the ideal of death and what happens afterward.  Do we forget about the life we've just lived?  Because, I don't want to forget.  I seem to be getting off the subject...

I believe that some higher power has set paths of people to cross.  People are meant to come into our lives for reasons, be it a friend, sister, significant other.... what have you.  

We are all meant to find each other.  We all have a purpose for one another.  And I believe that we all continue to find each other in the years to come.  You can't honestly tell me that there hasn't been a time where you've met someone and think to yourself that you know you've known them some where, but just can't put your finger on it.  Or you've created this bond with someone that you just can't describe with words.  As said in the definition above: a person who is perfectly suited to another in temperament.  I couldn't agree more.

Okay, so in referencing the movie again, near the end of the movie the guy tells his wife not to worry that they will find each other once again.  They then show a scene of two young children playing and obviously it's supposed to be him and his wife reborn again or what have you.  

Maybe I've had too much coffee this morning, but I'm really starting to see and feel this whole soul mate ideal.

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Date:2006-09-26 20:42
Subject:Ain't No Other Man
Mood: calm

Although I'm bit embarrassed I enjoy this song... It does say how I feel about my DEV.  So this is for him.

Ain't No Other Man - Christina Aguliara

I could feel it from the start,
Couldn't stand to be apart.

Something about you caught my eye,
Something moved me deep inside!
Don't know what you did boy but
You had it and I've been hooked ever since.
I told my mother, my brother, my sister and my friend
I told the others, my lovers, from past and present tense.
Everytime I see you everything starts making sense.

Do your thang honey!

Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
(what you do).
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.
You got soul, you got class.
You got style with your bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man its true - all right -
Ain't no other man but you.

Do your thang honey!

Never thought I'd be all right. No, no, no!
Till you came and changed my life. Yeah, yeah, yeah!
What was cloudy now is clear! Yeah, yeah!
You're the light that I needed.

You got what I want boy, and I want it!
So keep on givin' it up!

Tell your mother, your brother, your sister, and your friend.
And the others, your lovers, better not be present tense.
Cause I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's!

Oooooooo, oh!

Ain't no other man, can stand up next to you
Ain't no other man on the planet does what you do
(what you do).
You're the kinda guy, a girl finds in a blue moon.
You got soul, you got class.
You got style your bad ass - oh yeah!
Ain't no other man it's true - all right -
Ain't no other man but you.

Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other! (other)
Ain't no other, ain't, ain't no other LOVER!
Ain't no other, I, I, I need no other!
Ain't no other man but you!


You are there when I'm a mess
Talk me down from every ledge
Give me strength, boy you're the best
You're the only one who's ever passed every test

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Date:2006-08-02 19:09
Subject:a penny for your thoughts
Mood: discontent

Really, I wish that this world did not revolve around currency.  Be it dollars, clams, sticks, toe nail clippings – what have you.  I find it to be a discouraging thing.

These days I feel I only work for the credit card companies.  To pay debt that I foolishly accumulated during my latter teen years.  If I told you how far in debt I was, most people would probably think I was obsessing over a mediocre amount.  That in fact, I should be lucky to only be in debt as much as I am.

This right now consumes my life.  Working, obsessing, stressing over bills.  I pray (to whoever listens) that this will not continue to control my thoughts and daily activities.

I can’t help it.

It’s just what I do.

Worry.  Obsess.  Stress.

I’m quite good at it actually.

Though I’ve finally made my decision about moving, only I find it hampered by my debt.  I wanted to be in a better position with my debt before making the move.  The last thing I would want to do would be taking a step backward.

Not that I can’t pay my bills.

I can.

I should probably count my blessings that I am able to pay what bills I have.

 But I don’t.

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Date:2006-06-06 20:51
Subject:it's not easy, but i'm biting my tounge
Mood: blank

it's tuesday today.  work went fairly smoothly.  i've been staying late the past few days in exchange for being able to leave early on friday.  chuck's new girlfriend gave us tickets to some boxing thing that's going on that evening.  we're in what they call "power weeks" in aflac land.  "power weeks" happen the last month in every quarter; so i only have to suffer four times a year.

god i can't wait to go back to doing hair.

the one thing about doing hair that i enjoyed - was that when your day was done, your day was done.  you didn't have to think about the pile of work that was waiting for you to return the next day because there wasn't any.  i really miss doing hair....  

the smart thing to do at the point is to continue with aflac until i move to pittsburgh.  once in pittsburgh - get back in a salon.  i .  cannot.  wait.  for all the above.  

i'm getting impatient.  but i still don't know what to do. 

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Date:2005-12-15 23:56
Subject:Up too late...again
Mood: thirsty

With all the unnecessary drama (stemming mainly from my place of employment) I feel my stress level starting to rise. On top of this being the “time of year” where the pressure is on to spread some “holiday cheer” and do so with a grin from ear to ear cemented on your face.

I think my hair is starting to fall out.

Not to mention this is causing some post pubescent break outs (which I can typically keep under control, thanks to the help of Proactiv Solution.)

There’s so much I’d just like to spew out into this thing, but it’s practically midnight and I’ve accomplished nothing I intended.

I will however share that I attempted to cook tonight. I made a green bean casserole that turned out too liquidy. I think I might be first person to ever have screwed up green bean casserole. I mean, there are seriously four ingredients you stir together and throw in the oven. I seriously believe that I was born minus a gene or chromosome or some part of the brain that stores knowledge of cooking. I had also tried to make a chocolate peanut butter pie that I saw Emeril make on his show. I printed the recipe from foodnetwork.com and thought this was really something I could do. (I even made the crust from scratch!) After the crust was baked and cooled, it was time to mix the filling of the pie. I followed the directions, the textured looked a little odd, but I knew it wasn’t going to look exactly like Emeril’s pie… he is Emeril after all. I made my sister taste a bit. At first she told me it tasted just fine, only to turn around and admit to its funny taste.

Ah well. We can’t all be iron chefs.

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Date:2005-12-12 22:55
Mood: annoyed

Seriously.. not cool.

I just typed up an ass long entry.. . Dustin called on his break, so when we got off the phone I clicked "update" and my whole entry was gone.

WTF.  I don't understand why it does that....

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Date:2005-12-12 21:26

Men See You As Understated

You are an intreguing mix of girl and woman.
You're feminine, quiet, and a total mystery to most men.
Yet they often feel the urge to protect you, even if they don't know you.
You *are* a flirt, but you usually only flirt with those you know well

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Date:2005-12-10 08:37
Mood: contemplative

Sometimes people really make wonder.

Why do people do things they know are wrong?  Or why do people do things they know they don't have to do or know they are better than to stoop to that level?  It amazes me how people can push their conscious to the side or shrug a shoulder only to say if other people can do it, why can't I?  If you're living life by the monkey see, monkey do rule - I am frightened for you.

I know this time of year in particular makes people do cooky things.  In this case, cooky doesn't necessarily mean the actions are good or bad; just that whatever it is they are, they seem out of character for the doer. 

I don't understand it.

I don't understand a lot of things that goes in people's minds and I spend a lot of my time trying to figure it all out.  That's just what I do.  I can't help it.  As much as I would just love to let it go.  I can't.  I don't let anything go.  It all stays wrapped up in that brain of mine.

What gets to me the most is seeing people that you care for doing something that is out of character.  Me, personally, if I had enough balls to ask why is it they chose to do what they did... I would.  Instead I say nothing, I probably just converse about it to someone else and hope maybe they could put things into perspective for me.  But honestly, if there was an easier way of getting done what this person wanted to accomplish - why wouldn't they just do that in the first place.  Why choose to stoop to a level they normally wouldn't succumb themselves to.

So I sit.  And I wonder.

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Date:2005-11-10 22:29
Subject:an ugly day
Mood: blank

Today was an ugly day.  And although, the weather was - that's not what I'm referring to.  I had an ugly day today.  I didn't have a particularly bad hair day, I wore a really cute outfit, my makeup went on well.  It was just that every time I caught a glimpse of myself I hated what I saw.  I thought I looked terrible.  Toward the middle of the day, I found myself keeping my eyes locked down at my hands in the sink as I washed them in the bathroom - not wanting to see myself in the bathroom mirror at work. 

It's terrible feeling like that.  I hate days like these.  You can't see them coming.  I mean, how miserable it is to go around all day not being able to look anyone in the eye because you feel grotesque that day.  Hello - who ordered the lack of self esteem?  Everyone is self conscious to a certain extent.  That's really not a bad thing, the half of us that are "aware" roll our eyes at the other half that walk around with their heads up their asses.  [Well - it makes sense to me.  Sorry if you can't decipher my mumbo jumbo.] 

Anyhow, I'm looking forward to an end of this day.  It wasn't a bad day so to speak, it just was. 

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Date:2005-10-24 17:01
Mood: bored

Alright, I'm going to attempt to write in this thing on Dustin's computer.  *crosses fingers* His computer is a little tempramental..

So anyhow.. it always seems like when I'm driving I get into these deep thoughts and always say to myself, "Hey, I should write about that in my journal when I get home". Obviously, this just doesn't happen.  I don't know... I seem to get in front of the screen and can't help but feel a little geeky having my fingers dance over the keys and see my thoughts pop up on the screen.  I suppose that's one of the reasons why I haven't updated this in awhile.  But my trusty livejournal is always there when I need it.  I admit that having this thing has helped me through a lot of different stages.  I've this jouranl for .. let's see.. four years or so?  I've gone back from time to time and erased quite a few entries.  I'm not sure why.. I mean, that's the whole point of having a journal, right?  To back and read what you've previously written.  Maybe I didn't feel as if I needed/wanted to dwell on them any longer... I know a lot of them I was flat out embarrased about.  Whether it be the subject of discussion or the poor grammer, spelling.. etc.  Not that all of that should really matter.. it is a journal after all. 

So here I sit on a cold, rainy day with nothing but time and I can't think of a darn thing to write about it..

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Date:2005-10-06 00:00
Subject:Nasty News About Your Cell Phone

I read this today...

"When a [insert misc. magazine name here] health editor asked Charles Gerba, Ph.D., a microbiology professor at the University of Arizona in Tuscon, to test her cell phone, he found it crawling with 40,000 bacteria per square inch - 300 times more than a Porta Potti seat.  That's a pretty typical count, Gerba says.  Most of the germs are harmless, but not all-so he suggests cleaning your cell with a cleansing wipe about once a day."

Eww.. more bacteria than a Porta Potti??  Where the heck does she keep her phone??  Anyhow... clean your phones off suckasses.

*the name of the magazine has been changed to protect the poster of this blog.

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Date:2005-09-15 07:41
Subject:Big Butt Parking

You already know what "big butt parking" is, trust me.  Those blue and white signs that are posted on the primo parking spots at the malls, apartment buildings, stores, etc.  That nifty man seems to be sitting in a wheelchair, but ahhhhhh no, no... he has a big butt. 

See for yourself..

Yep, that's a big butt.

Isn't it sickly ironic that 8 out of 10 people you see parking in these spots don't seem to be so ... challenged?  I'd like to know what sort of criteria the goverment states is needed to hold one of these golden...er blue tickets to parking euphoria.  I'm pretty sure one rule is to always wear those big ass sunglasses that wrap around one's whole head as if they were attemping to renter the Earth's atmosphere.  And haven't you noticed that all the cars that park in these spots are 1966 Vista Cruisers or something of the like stature? Just massive cars that you know the driver can't see over the steering wheel without a booster seat.  And they're parked all crooked, completling obliterating the time spent on painting those nice, straight, yellow lines.   Sometimes there's a plethora of trash all smooshed on the dashboard; like maybe one day they'd need that Snicker's bar wrapper that says "Sorry, not a winner.  Please play again."  But at least you have to give them props for not being a litter bug.  No one likes a litter bug.  Where am I going with this?  I'm not really sure.  All I wanted to point out was that the little man on the sign looks like he has a big butt.  That was it.

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Date:2005-08-08 06:32
Subject:My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, day
Mood: calm

My terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
Current mood: calm

The events that you are about to read are based on actual occurances. And although Dane Cook seems to think things like these only happen on Wednesdays.... it was a Monday. Read on.

I suppose I should have known the day would be lousy from the moment I woke up. The alarm hadn't gone off for whatever reason. (Unseen foreshadowing here people.) I had planned to go into work a little later anyhow after having picked Dustin and Chuck from the airport late the night before. So truly, I wasn't in a bad spot.

While driving into work, my friend Brandi calls me. (Brandi also works at the same office as I do.) She asked if I could pick her up at Wal-mart; she wanted to drop her car off to get an oil change. I said that wouldn't be a problem and that I would call her when I got off the highway so she could leave for Wal-Mart. I did just that. However, I failed to stop at Wal-Mart and drove to the office, only to have to turn around in the parking lot after realizing my error. Stupid monkey.

Alright, so here we are in the Wal-Mart parking lot. Brandi's jibber jabbering about her brother or what not. I decide to turn my car off so I could listen to her go on and on; all the while I'm making my mental checklist for the day and not really listening to her. I shoo her inside to do all the paperwork and give them her key. I last a matter of two seconds inside my car before I realize it's hotter than the hinges of Hades. I go to start my car to get the AC goin'. Well - wouldn't you know, my f'n car won't start. It just makes this weird noise. Yet, I try three more times while praying to Ohsana in the highest. Nope, nothing. I prepare myself before I must do the walk of shame into the Wal-Mart Tire and Lube center. Brandi makes a scrunchie face when she sees me walk in, like "Why are you in here dumbass?" I tell her my car won't start. She just laughs. I hang my head in shame. One of the mechanics comes to look at my car and hooks up this battery tester thing-a-ma-jig and says I need a new battery. (Mind you only days before, my friend had mentioned it sounded like my car needed a new battery after hearing me have trouble starting it. OH THE IRONY OF IT ALL.) I think to myself, "Well - of all the places it could have broken down. The Wal-Mart Tire and Lube Center wasn't so bad, at least they can fix it."

Brandi drives us to lunch, we return to the Tire and Lube Center and swap cars. I then drive us back to the office. No sooner do we get back to the office does Mike call. (Mike is my boss.) Mike was all the way in Cleveland in an off site meeting. Cleveland is 45 mins from where our office is in Canton. Wouldn't you know he needed me to bring him some things. Okay, sure. I had already known he was going to need me to drive up there, I just hadn't expected it to be right then and there. I was antcipating this journey to take place a little later in the day.

I drive to Cleveland and back. My car is on butt sucking empty, so I stop to get gas. I get out, pump my gas, and walk back to my car. I pulled on the door handle. Locked. Son of a bitch. I locked my keys in my car. I have never, ever done that before in the 24 years of my life. Why today? Why? Instead of praying to God this time; I asked that he just strike me down. Just put me out of this misery. I start to panic. Everything's in my car. My purse, my cell phone, my KEYS... I saw them hanging from the ignition, taunting me. Like... "Nah-nah-nah-nah-naaaah"... shining the sunlight. Bitches. I take a deep breath and head in to the "Starvin' Marvin" at Speedway. I explain to the girl behind the counter what had happened and apologize for blocking one of the pumps. She said that it was fine, it happens all the time. Good to know there are other dumbasses walking around like me.. Thanks guys! She let me use the phone. I tried to call Brandi at the office a few times with no luck. Only to realize she couldn't have picked me up anyhow - her car was at Wal-Mart. Duh. Speedway chick says she'll call the cops and have them come out. (Now, as I stated previously, I have never locked my keys in my car, so this next part may make me sound naive.) I asked, "They do that?" And she nodded. I suppose I thought perhaps they'd have better things to do than unlock dumb girls' cars at gas station parking lots. I shrugged. She called the police department and they told her they'd send someone "right away". Right away turned out to be about an hour, but I wasn't going to complain. The officer came and unlocked my car door. I couldn't believe it. I was elated.

I get back to the office and tell Brandi what happened. It's almost five at this point. We agree to stay an hour or so late to try and get some more work done. We leave the office right about six. I dropped her off at Wal-Mart and then head down to the Michael's (a craft store). I needed to pick up some big foamboard for the meeting the next day. I go back to the framing department and ask them for the biggest size possible. It's 40 inches x 60 inches, roughly 3 1/2 feet by 5 feet. I buy four pieces. I get to my car and lower my back seats and attempt to put in the pieces through my trunk. Wouldn't you know, no matter which way I tried to shove these damn pieces of foamboard in my car, they wouldn't fit. Frickin' idiot. I mean, really. This is just ridiculous. Here it is, 7:30 and I'm standing in the Michael's parking lot scratching my head wondering how the hell I'm going to get these things home with me. I ended up having to leave them there so someone with a larger vehicle could pick them up for me the next morning.

I decided that ice cream would make things a little better. I drove closer to home and stopped at Cold Stone. I ordered a Black Forest Dream, LOVE IT sized. Black Forest Dream is chocolate ice cream, brownies, cherries and fudge all smoooooshed together. I walked back to my car and enjoyed every bite of that damn fat and calorie infested piece of heaven. Yum.

And so... that was that.

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Date:2005-08-07 09:19

There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard
And no song that I could sing but I can try for your heart
And our dreams and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned loving
Love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go? And how come it’s so hard?
It’s not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I’ll tell you one thing, it’s always better when we’re together

It’s always better when we’re together
We’ll look at the stars when we’re together
It’s always better when we’re together
It’s always better when we’re together

And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they’ll be gone when the morning light sings
Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see
That they’ll be gone too, too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene
I’d be under the impression I was somewhere in between
With only two, just me and you, not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be we’ll sit beneath the mango tree now

It’s always better when we’re together
We’re somewhere in between together
Well it’s always better when we’re together
It’s always better when we’re together

I believe in memories they look so pretty when I sleep
And when I wake up you look so pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time
And there is no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We’re better together

Better Together - Jack Johnson


DEV - Thank you for always making everything better.

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Date:2005-07-23 19:42
Subject:Because I can.
Mood: bored

Types of "Coffee-Makers". 

By:  ME

The Weaklings:  First off, the ratio of scoops to cups of water is not 1 to 12.  Everyone might as well be drinking hot water.  Stop wasting our coffee and leave this to the veterans. 

Molasses Makers:  Personally, if I'd have to choose a "bad coffee maker" type.  I'd pick these guys.  I'd much rather have the coffee shakes than receiving no caffine at all.  These folks make the coffee sooo strong you can smell it when you pee it out.  Honestly though, with a little cream, I can manage to choke down a cup or three.

Grinders:  I really, really wonder about these guys.  It's always the same people that manage to grinds IN the pot.  How do you do it?  It really bites having to pick those nasty grinds out from between my teeth.  Gross.

Newbies:  If you have to ask someone "How many scoops do I use?"  STOP.  Put the coffee scooper back in the can and walk away.  Save yourself from becoming one of the types of "Coffee Makers" listed above.  The world will be a better place.  Go make some tea or something.

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Date:2005-07-11 09:17
Subject:Have you?

Settle: 1 : to come to rest
2 a : to sink gradually or to the bottom b : to become clear by the deposit of sediment or scum c : to become compact by sinking
3 a : to become fixed, resolved, or established

Why do we settle?  Okay, maybe I shouldn't say "we", dare I assume everyone's guilty of this.  I'll admit that I am.  Yes - I'm speaking about relastionships here.  Four years vested with someone whom I truly thought I wanted to be with forever.  Forever.  Think about that.  Forever is a really long time.  Honestly, what was my hurry?  I don't have an answer for that.  I think it became more of a routine.  It was more of a numbness than a contentness..  a sort of coma that came over me.  Days passed with a shrug of a shoulder.  So this is what life would be like.  Fine - I dealt with it.   I mean, this was just how it was was supposed to be, right?  Coming home every day after work to the same nothingness waiting for me.  Why do we tourture ourselves with that?  Is it because we'd rather be miserable than alone?  Misery loves company you know.  I never felt miserable though.  I never really felt anything to tell you the truth.  It was that coma thing.  That haze that just falls over everything.  I'd reached the point of being too tired to fight back.  It was no longer worth the effort.  It was much easier to nod and smile than to have an opinion.  And what the most disturbing thing about this is... I probably would still be in the same situation if it wouldn't have been the other party to end the relationship.  I probably would still be in a fog, shuffling along.  Being kicked to the curb was the best thing that could have happened to me.  Obviously at that particular moment I didn't think so.  Oh no, I thought my life was over and I'd never be happy again.  I didn't even want to think the word "relationship".  I hated the world.  I had a little black rain cloud that followed me around.  I was a miserable prick to be around for almost half a year.  I convienced myself that there was a difference between being alone and being lonely.  It took awhile, but I assured myself that being alone was just fine.  And really, I was.  I was fine. 

So now the heart goes from being broken, to calloused.  I began to merge out of hybernation- but I had my guard up.  Or so I thought.  It wasn't supposed to be like this.  I mean - people don't just click like this.  Do they?  Well - I'd show him I thought.  I'd be 100% open and honest.  Not hold anything back, I wasn't really expecting anything anyhow.  That's probably the best thing I could have done.  Be me.  No holding back.  If you don't like it, fine.  Don't waste my time and I won't waste yours.  Us both having come from similar situations, we were approaching all of this the same way.  And it worked.  And it is working.  And it feels fucking wonderful.  I'm happy.  I'm so fucking happy.  I want to skip around like a little kid and sing stupid songs that make no sense.  Now this IS what being happy is supposed to feel like.  None of that "contentness" bullshit.  Get out of the fog.  Wake up from your coma, damn it.  Don't waste your time walking around like a lemming.  There's no time for that.  Life is like an hour glass glued to the table.

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Date:2005-06-22 22:52
Mood: happy

This past weekend we ventured down to Washington D.C. to get all historical-like.  It was an action packed adventure -  crazy homeless people, crazy foreigners that nodded and smiled a lot, and good ol' crazy Americans.  We visited the National Archives, The Smithsonian Natural History Museum, The WWII Memorial, Lincoln Memorial, Vietnam Veterans Wall, walked past the Washington Monument and reflecting pool. 

When entering actual buildings (i.e. the archives, or museums) you had to go through metal detectors and all bags had to be searched.  While most people would think security would have heightended after years past events, we found it quite the opposite.  Most of the security guards looked like "rent-a-cops".  The few we heard speak had heavy forgein accents.  We even asked one where a restroom was and he said "He had no idea.." Oh come on.  You have no idea, so when you need to relieve yourself you just do so on the side of the building?   I don't think any of them were equipped with a firearm.  They were all very sloppy looking... leaning against walls or posts; we saw one sitting down on a bench inside one of the exhibits.  I suppose we were expecting to see some security personnell that gave a fuck.  People that stood straight and acted like they were proud to protect our country's decloration for it's independence.  I was pretty embarrassed.  There were people that obviously came from out of the country to see these documents, whom didn't speak one word of English.. and there are our "guards" looking around, yawning, looking at their fingernails.  It was just disappointing to see our country's lame ass attempt to protect the archives.

Other than that.  Tomorrow is my birthday.  Whoo hoo.

[It's the smallest things, that have a tendency to hurt for the longest times.]

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