Monday, July 22, 2002 09:56 p.m.
I'm thinking of having an affair with
James Joyce. He's yummy.
WTF?!?!
Friday, July 19, 2002 12:52 p.m.
I don't know if its Pro-Life Week in Dallas, or what. BUT, I was 45 minutes late to work, because a buncha men were standing on the West bound embankment of LBJ, between La Prada and Centerville protesting. THEN, on our way to lunch, there were LOTS of people standing on the side walks with their signs, and stuff. I flicked a lit cigarette into one of the crowds, which made me feel better. I think next time I go by, I'll have 8 or 9 cigarettes lit... hmm.
Thursday, July 18, 2002 03:41 p.m.
Cyndi says I'm a Yucca Moth!!! woop woop!
Scope...
Wednesday, July 17, 2002 02:42 p.m.
Leo Horoscope for week of July 18, 2002
I hope you say more goodbyes in the next week than you have in the previous 11 months combined. It's past time, sweet prince or princess, to bid adieu to all the things that no longer serve you -- and even to some things that do serve you but demand too high a price in return. So please say au revoir to your obsolete game plans and adios to your outmoded assumptions. Bark sayonara at your rickety psychological crutches and auf Wiedersehen*at the symbol that reminds you of your deepest resentment. Whisper begone, nuisance at all illusions that divide you against yourself.
Wednesday, July 17, 2002 12:53 p.m.
On my way back from lunch, Jenny and I ran into about 6 or 7 abortion protestors. There were of course, little kids everywhere, holding signs. And, the adults were having a pretty good time. I flipped them off... They told me that Jesus loved me. I told them that he hated them. SO. That was my lunch... Anyway, this picture is the reason abortions are legal. The point is that women will always have abortions. It doesn't matter if they're done in an alley with a rusty spoon and a coat hanger, or at their gynecologist's office. The woman in the picture had a "friend" perform the abortion in a hotel room, with some borrowed instruments, and a text book. She had 14 other children, and an abusive ex-spouse. The fetus was another man's child. Gerri Santoro was afraid her ex-husband would be upset if he found out she was pregnant by another man. I know this is all very Jerry Springer-like. But, its real. Bah.
Wednesday, July 17, 2002 10:40 a.m.
I don't know if any of you know this... BUT, my favorite thing when I was a kid was Herself The Elf. I'm dying to get my hands on all this stuff... My mother would die if she found out I spent money on this stuff. *wheels turning in head* hmm.
Wednesday, July 17, 2002 08:45 a.m.
Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
Tuesday, July 16, 2002 04:38 p.m.
Great Saint Anthony, who hast received from God a special power to recover lost things, help me that I may find that which I am now seeking. Obtain for me, also, an active faith, perfect docility to the inspirations of grace, disgust for the vain pleasures of the world, and an ardent desire for the imperishable goods of an everlasting happiness. Amen.
ITS A METAPHOR!!!!!!! O.K.!
Tuesday, July 16, 2002 04:21 p.m.
ok... so my mom has to be the CRAZIEST person on the planet. I am apparently now allowed to drive in the rain. I'm constantly upset by her. It doesn't matter what I do to keep her from jacking with head, its still there. I am usually stronger than this. I want to get the hell away from her. I guess it was wishful thinking that I could move back home, and have a comfortable, safe enviornment. I don't guess I've ever had a really great home like that though. I'm not missing much. "maybe tomorrow will be a better day" .... for everyone.
Tuesday, July 16, 2002 01:45 p.m.
OK. I'm going to the crazy doctor on Thursday. THAT should be interesting. Bah. I'm seriously considering going to UNT in the spring, and living on campus. Hmm. I've GOT to finish school.
CRAZY
Monday, July 15, 2002 10:23 a.m.
OK... So, I'm taking a poll. Who thinks I should go to The Booby Hatch? And, who thinks I should live heavily medicated?
(just until my mom dies, or I find a workable solution.)Anyway... I'll need a good alibi. So, everyone start thinking.
Friday, July 12, 2002 01:22 p.m.
This is an ammendment to the previous entry... Rob has informed me, that it is not only possible to drive from Pakistan, but that he RAN to Pakistan yesterday as part of his morning work out. I apologize for my geographical ignorance. I would also like to thank Rob for showing me the error of my ways. "Thank you Rob. Your genius is an inspiration to us all"
buy a map!!!
Friday, July 12, 2002 01:03 p.m.
ok. I know I suck at geography BUT... There's a lady I work with, who 1) thought you could drive from Pakistan to Dallas. and 2) Had no idea how one would drive from Montreal to Dallas. I'm not quite sure how to feel about this. hmmm.
Thursday, July 11, 2002 09:19 a.m.
Holy god! Look at all the
STUFF!!!
Wednesday, July 10, 2002 03:31 p.m.
And, just when you thought you were out of ideas about things to spend your money on... Go here
Wednesday, July 10, 2002 10:08 a.m.
We've all been talking about road trips, and restlessness, and drinking, and fun, and tans, and stuff. So, THIS
is the best I could come up with.
Tuesday, July 9, 2002 02:56 p.m.
Lachrymatory: a glass vial containing tears. The history of the tear bottle is captivating and poignant. Legends of tear bottles abound in stories of Egypt and middle eastern societies. Tear bottles were prevalent in ancient Roman times, when mourners filled small glass vials with tears and placed them in burial tombs as symbols of love and respect.
Tear bottles reappeared during the Victorian period of the 19th century, when those mourning the loss of loved ones would collect their tears in bottles ornately decorated with silver and pewter. The mourning period would end when the tears evaporated from the bottle.
ohhh yeeeaaa...
Tuesday, July 9, 2002 10:40 a.m.
Ya know... There's nothing I'd love to do more than to find a slip n' slide, and have at it. Who's with me?!?!
awe hell...
Monday, July 8, 2002 11:01 a.m.
I feel like ass. Its really revolting. I let the world affect me too damn much. So, here I am, in the bell jar. AND, because I've been working out, my nipples are rough. So, THERE! :p
On a lighter note, the Korean people who run the deli in my building put canned corn in some fried rice. What the hell?!?
Getting sweaty with Brandon...
Friday, July 5, 2002 01:13 p.m.
Incubus was great! I drank entirely too much, but I'm hangover-free... We got to see some fireworks during the intermission. That was really awesome... Lots of pretty colors, and you know I love sparkly things. :) Towards the end of the show, some strange man felt up my booty. I threw down, and then Chris, and then Cyndi... Buncha freaking kids with no manners... Hell. Is that where they want to be when Jesus comes back? Hmph. The band sounded great. They did their accoustic version of Pardon Me, which I like a great deal more than the heavy one they released. Warning was super as well. Echo ROCKED!!! Everyone had a good time, I think. And, a super thanks to Chris and Cyndi for backing me up! Grrrrr! BRING IT ON!!!!
Dr. Luuuuv
Thursday, July 4, 2002 07:22 a.m.
So, I went to the doctor to have my eyes examined, and get new contacts. As I sat in the dark, sterile room, and read the letters on the wall, I became increasingly aware of the fact that my doctor was a hottie. After each machine had served its purpose; the doctor invaded my personal space, looked intensely into my eyes, and in a deep, breathy whisper said, "My, your corneas are very steep."
So, that has to be the WORST line I've EVER heard. Or, maybe... Just maybe.... Its the best one. The world may never know.
Wednesday, July 3, 2002 11:06 a.m.
One entry found for delusion.
Main Entry: de·lu·sion
Pronunciation: di-'lü-zh&n, dE-
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Late Latin delusion-, delusio, from deludere
Date: 15th century
1 a : the act of deluding : the state of being deluded b : an abnormal mental state characterized by the occurrence of psychotic delusions
2 a : something that is falsely or delusively believed or propagated b : a persistent false psychotic belief regarding the self or persons or objects outside the self
- de·lu·sion·al /-'lüzh-n&l, -'lü-zh&-n&l/ adjective
- de·lu·sion·ary /-zh&-"ner-E/ adjective
Wednesday, July 3, 2002 09:53 a.m.
For those of you who aren't aware, Eddie and I got married. Freaking paparazzi!
Me and Eddie!
Freakydream.com
Tuesday, July 2, 2002 10:27 p.m.
Your Dream: I was in a stone garden. A small bird like creature, wrapped in something, flew, and landed on my hand. After further observation, I saw that the animal was bundled in several layers of paper. I carefully unwrapped it, found some false eyeballs in the wrapping. The looked like they were coated with sugar.. Under everything was a baby chicken. Then I saw that there were hundrends in the floor around me. I began teaching other people how to unwrap the chicks, without hurting them. *woke up sweating, and grinding my teeth*
Words like Bird: Flying birds are a sign of prosperity to the dreamer. Feelings of freedom, liberation from weight of physical plane.
Words like Chicken: Easy available. They represent fortune in love ,joy and happiness all aspects of your life.
Words like Hand: Capacity and competence. Expect big work ahead, meanwhile must take better care of own affairs.
Words like Teeth: Normally an unfavorable sign in a dream. It signifies displeasure and also shows that you are afraid of losing someone dear to you.
Words like Animal: The natural self tamed by civilizing values.
Words like Animal: Natural, untamed self. Freedom from civilization.
Words like Baby: Happiness. Rebirth. Trust.
Words like Bird: Family happiness. Prosperity. Liberation from weight of physical plane. Freedom. Escape.
Words like Floor: Foundation. Need to create some stability.
Words like Flew: Combination of control and freedom. Power. Success in all enterprises.
Words like Garden: Big happiness. Inner self .Suitable time to pursue love affairs.
Words like Teeth: Independence. Nourishment and communication. Seeking more power and independence.
Words like Under: Covered. Restraint. Secrecy. You are loosing strength or power.
Warning
Tuesday, July 2, 2002 10:27 a.m.
Warning
Bat your eyes girl.
Be otherworldly.
Count your blessings.
Seduce a stranger.
What's so wrong with being happy?
Kudos to those who see through sickness...yeah
Over and over and over and over...........
She woke in the morning.
She knew that her life had passed her by
She called out a warning.
Don't ever let life pass you by.
I suggest we
Learn to love ourselves,
Before its made illegal
When will we learn, When will we change
Just in time to see it all come down
Those left standing will make millions
Writing books on ways it should have been
She woke in the morning.
She knew that her life had passed her by
She called out a warning.
Don't ever let life pass you by.
Floating in this cosmic Jacuzzi
We are like frogs oblivious
To the water starting to boil,
Now I flinch and we all float face down
She woke in the morning.
She knew that her life had passed her by
She called out a warning.
Don't ever let life pass you by.
Pass you by.
Tuesday, July 2, 2002 07:11 a.m.
Jenny and I have spent countless hours enjoying THIS
Giddy up.
Friday, June 28, 2002 10:50 a.m.
Ok, according to my astrologer, Stephen. (yeeessss, I said astrologer) this is my last time around. I’ve spun the cosmic wheel enough times. It seems I’ve been in this stage for a while, astrologically speaking. I’ve only got a couple of things to do to get it right this time. I am supposed to be learning a greater sense of humility. Humble. I see myself being humble quite often. Standing in awe of those around me who are greater in so many areas. So, I’m trying to work on that. J Which should prove ALL kinds of interesting.
Also, I’m supposed to be teaching all you crazy fucks about forgiveness. Who’da thought? I’m not quite sure how this is supposed to happen. Is it supposed to be a lead by example thing? All I know, is that I’ve done some pretty heavy forgiving in my day, and most of you think I’m crazy for doing it. Hmmm.
So, going along with the humility thing…
Cyndi
makes me feel so small in so many ways, and so large in others. Her books, and her love, and her tolerance. I view myself as too intense to be like that. I wish I could calm down at times, and see the world as she see it. It might be a prettier place if I did.
Chris has the ability to read people on a level that simply amazes me. I’m pretty good at it, but he simply puts me to shame. I hope that one day, my judgmental nature will be so balanced, that I will judge with actuality instead of fear in any given situation.
John
can make anyone feel good about their self. I have all too often fallen victim to vindictiveness and jealousy. Even now, its much easier for me to make someone feel bad about who they are, as opposed to making them feel good about who they are. I don’t do it very often, but the fact that it is harder to do the right thing sucks dingo balls.
That’s enough humility for the time being. I’m tired of groveling…
Thursday, June 27, 2002 04:04 p.m.
Passions are vices or virtues to their highest powers.
~ Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe ~
IS THAT SO WRONG?!?!?!?
Tuesday, June 25, 2002 11:11 a.m.
Revenge… How tempting you are. He creeps into my window, with promises of healing; with whispers of pain. The furies ride my ego into a frenzy. And, the love fairies carry my humility to the surface… A breath, a sigh, a roll the neck. Rational thought crawls upon my being, and forces me in the direction of forgiveness. Maybe I'm growing up after all.
Tuesday, June 25, 2002 10:03 a.m.
I had a dream last night that I was pregnant with twins… Holy GOD in heaven! I know its all instinct. I’m in a physical prime to start making babies. It just left me feeling all warm and fuzzy. I’m still trying to shake it off…
Saturday, June 22, 2002 10:03 p.m.
We all encounter people in our lives that change us. Some people influence us for the better, some for the worst. Our parents are the first major molding force in our lives. Then, we start school. How we're treated, and the way we learn can forever be ruled by our primary education. My favorite teacher, Ms. Head, did a wonderful job of showing me the world as a 1st grader should see it. With the awe and appreciation that goes hand in hand with experienceing life for the first time. She was magnetic. She had charisma. She made everyone feel deserving, and special. Her husband was a police officer, and because of that I felt instantly close to her. I found out today, that she's dying of an inoperable brain tumor. I'm not quite sure what to do about that yet.
Thursday, June 20, 2002 04:56 p.m.
And all the relatives
They say she's always been crazy with her radical ways
They say she's ornery, smells sort of garlic-y
They think she might be gay
And all the relatives
They say she's always been an overly emotional girl
They'll tell you what you've got to toughen up
To make it in this world
And all the relatives
Say she hasn't been in a church in a matter of years
And add to that her weird little hats and the pierces in her ears
And all the relatives
They say she's always been crazy with her radical ways
Well, you know, that might be so
~Much love for Christine Kane
Wednesday, June 19, 2002 03:42 p.m.
LEO (July 23-Aug 22)
Week of June 20, 2002
There are few things more pleasing to my heart than to observe children running for joy in the great outdoors. They're not competing in a race. They're not trying to save time or lose weight or stay in shape. The thrill of summoning all their energy to zip along as the wind flows by them is all the reward they seek. On the other hand, I don't like to see kids dashing around with scissors in their hands -- not even if they're running for joy in the great outdoors. This week, Leo, I bid you to be like my first example, not the second.
I guess I should exchange the 12 pack of scissors I just bought... *sigh*
Tuesday, June 18, 2002 02:52 p.m.
All companionship can consist only in the strengthening of two neighboring solitudes, whereas everything that one is wont to call giving oneself is by nature harmful to companionship: for when a person abandons himself, he is no longer anything, and when two people both give themselves up in order to come close to each other, there is no longer any ground beneath them and their being together is a continual failing. ~Rilke
Doh!
Monday, June 17, 2002 04:29 p.m.
You know that saying, "If I knew then, what I know now."? Well, I've been thinking about that. A LOT. And, it seems to me that no matter what we do, or how hard we try, we will always have regrets. So, I'm sorry I lied. I'm sorry I manipulated. I'm sorry I quit. I'm sorry I wasn't everything you thought I was. I'm sorry you were misled. I'm sorry for my failures. I'm sorry for my jealousy. I'm sorry that I'm sorry. :) If I could take away every ounce of pain I've ever caused, I might just do that. What it all comes down to though, is that we're all better now for having dealt with it. And, maybe, one day, if we're really lucky, we'll be better people than we are now. (and our children better than we could ever dream of being.)
More.
Monday, June 10, 2002 02:46 p.m.
I wish I'd known from the beginning that I was born a strong woman. (Would it have made a difference?) I wish I'd known that I was born a courageous woman; I've spent so much of my life cowering. How many conversations would I not only have started but finished if I had known I possessed such an accepting heart? I wish I'd known that I'd been born to take on the world; I wouldn't have run from it for so long, but run to it with open arms. And, yet... Here I am.
What?!?!?
Wednesday, June 5, 2002 03:53 p.m.
I know we’re all doing the best we can, with what we’ve got to work with. And, at times, that feels ok. Then something happens. We need more. We crave it. Suddenly, we’re empty, and we don’t know why. Standing back, and learning how I got where I was, deeply affected me. Who were those people? Why in the hell was I there. We all have parts of our lives we’re not exactly proud of. Moving right along… Why would we ever go back there?
Monday, June 3, 2002 07:31 a.m.
John told me to get some!!!
Oh, but to be a dumb ho...
Alas, my legs stay closed. :)
WAAH!
Saturday, June 1, 2002 10:22 p.m.
A couple of weeks ago, Cyndi introduced me to a friend of hers, Nate. Nate is in the Navy, and just happened to be in Dallas for 1 week only. We hit it off. We talked, and laughed, and had a really good time. So, Nate left Dallas, and went back to Navy-town, in Norfolk, VA. When Nate left Dallas, we agreed to email one another. Because the internet is what it is.... he's been having email problems. Finally, yesterday night, he left a voice mail on Cyndi's answering machine for me!!! He left an alternet email address in his message. SO, I emailed him last night, and received a reply tonight. He said that he liked hanging out with me, and that it would have been nice if he didn't live exatly 1558 miles from me. :) So, I am , needless to say, excited at the moment. Ahh.
Fred the Cat
Friday, May 31, 2002 03:31 p.m.
I had a cat. Her name is Fred; and she is the best cat EVER!!! Fred likes to have her ears rubbed, but not all the time. She wakes up every morning between 5:30 and 6:00. She was very skinny and lonely when she showed up at Casa de Heather & John. She’s getting better. Because I have to move home with mom and dad, Fred can’t come. Dad’s severely allergic to cats. Anyway, so the trauma of finding Fred a home has passed. She has become a resident of a nifty little house in Garland; where there is never a shortage of love, or affection for my precious Fred. I’ll get to see Fred sometimes, which is good. And, her new daddy loves her already; I just know it.
Friday, May 24, 2002 02:32 p.m.
All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making another feel guilty about something by blaming him, but you won't succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy.
~ Wayne Dyer
Tuesday, May 21, 2002 05:19 p.m.
We're going to have to talk about this eventually.
Tuesday, May 21, 2002 03:00 p.m.
Land rights for gay whales!!!
Tuesday, May 21, 2002 11:52 a.m.
Jenny,
Is this where you want to be when Jesus comes back?
Tuesday, May 21, 2002 11:48 a.m.
*sigh*
Passive. Breathe. Is this what boredom breeds???
Friday, May 17, 2002 10:06 a.m.
To find a window to God, you have to realize that your brain is layered into regions that are ruled by different impulses. The new kingdoms are full of higher thought, poetry and love. The old kingdoms are more primordial, ruled by instinct, power and survival.
Friday, May 17, 2002 09:09 a.m.
"When will someone take the time to say 'hey maybe I shouldn’t do that because it would hurt her.'"
Probably never. Its the nature of the beast, I'm afraid.
Thursday, May 16, 2002 09:51 a.m.
Life’s value can have no greater significance than the foundation on which trust is built. Abuse the faith, lose the trust; that is the natural order of things. A life without trust, means an existence without love, grace, forgiveness, humility, comfort, and the list goes on. Mistrust breeds quiet desperation, followed by the self’s obsession with hate, blame, and doubt. It can take a considerable amount of effort to keep oneself safe from slander, or the horrendous temptation of manipulation. Talk is cheap. Actions are less reprehensible, but are still subject to lies. Too bad it takes time and energy to find someone’s true self.
Life is not a spectator sport. It matters not if you are acknowledged for your accomplishments; only that you benefit from a virtuous course of action. This is the world. No one stands around waiting to pat you on the back because you grew a conscience, or helped someone in need, or decided to stop taking advantage of the world. By paying a debt socially, one might gain cosmic acceptance; or perhaps a path worth traveling. That is all that matters. Think big. Talk small.
Tuesday, May 14, 2002 05:13 p.m.
Holy Christ... I'm thinking of forming a group of folks who are just as irritated as I am with people who publish BAD poetry. We'll mame their fingers to keep them from typing. Or, maybe... just maybe... I should quit reading it! :p
Damn I'm bitter. Good to know I'm capable. :)
Monday, May 13, 2002 12:23 p.m.
Some people are so revolting, and they don't even know it. Day after day of quiet manipultion. It just turns my stomach. I've told people before that you can have anything in this world; it just depends on what you're willing to do to get it. (I know this from past experience) So, if someone breaks down their moral structure, they could technically control anyone or anything. Be it through fear, or anger, or lies... Gross. *shakes head* I guess I'm just glad its not me.
Tuesday, April 23, 2002 12:00 pm
Jealousy is such an ugly battle. There are no winners, or losers. And your pain hardly ever has a sound foundation. You're simply pissed. Not pissed that you have it bad; but pissed that someone else has/had/could have it so good.
I guess this world has come to a point, where a vast majority of us feel that the world owes us something. Maybe its because you grew up poor. Maybe its because your mom's a lesbian. Maybe your dad's an alcoholic. Hell, it could be a lot worse. Point is, the world owes no one any favors, if they're not willing to work for the things they want. By divine law, you can't have anything worth having, if you didn't earn it.
So, I'm thinkin' we should all get off our asses, and quit feeling sorry for ourselves; because we are, after all, breathing.
I guess the bottom line is this: We all make our beds. I wish it was easier for most people to realize that NO ONE is going to come and save us from the destiny we've created for ourselves. Why should they? More importently, why should we expect, want, or hope for that? So, lets all quit wasting our time, and start accepting the lives we've made. We've got the power to make them worth living. *shrug*
Tuesday, March 26, 2002 02:02 p.m.
Have you ever wanted something so bad, and when you got it, you didn't know what to do with it?
The ideas, and morals we all carry with us from day to day, are so easily disolved with influence. That's quite pathetic.
Wednesday, March 13, 2002 01:28 p.m.
It doesn't matter what you believe just so long as you're sincere. That means having the best intentions, always. And, knowing your intent. Not, simply trusting your motives. We're all so easily led astray.
Wednesday, March 13, 2002 01:18 p.m.
Anais Nin:
Guilt is one burden human beings can't bear alone.
Thursday, March 7, 2002 02:08 p.m.
Have you ever held a baby with electrodes taped to his forehead? Not a pretty thing.
Tuesday, March 5, 2002 10:00 a.m.
Some women wait for their right
train / in the wrong station
in the alleys of morning
for the noon to holler
the night to come down.
Some women wait for love
to rise up
the child of their promise
to gather from earth
what they do not plant
to claim pain for labor
to become
the tip of an arrow / to aim
at the heart of now
but it never stays.
Some women wait for visions
that to not return
where they were not welcome
naked
for invitations to places
they always wanted
to visit
to be repeated.
Some women wait for themselves
around the next corner
and call the empty spot peace
but the opposite of living
is only not living
and the stars do not care.
Some women wait for something
to change / and nothing
does change
so they change
themselves.
by Audrey Lorde.
So, is it better to wait and learn??? Or go and do immeaditly?
Monday, March 4, 2002 02:56 p.m.
What's wrong with me? To thine ownself be true. Right??? Me thinks there's foul play at work....
Friday, March 1, 2002 02:21 p.m.
The mamed, the crippled, the blind, the young, the weak, the stupid, the ones who can not speak, the ones who can not hear...... go talk to Johnny, when he's had a few beers.
PIG
Friday, March 1, 2002 10:22 a.m.
Your lucky number is 3.14159265
Your secret name is Squeeze
The colors of your soul are diamond-hatched and marbled blue
Your special emotion is skeptical faith
The garage sale item you most resemble is an old but beautiful and sonorous accordion with a broken key
Your magic smell is candy skulls being crushed on graves by dancing feet
Your holiest pain comes from your ability to sense other people's cracked notions about you
Your sacred fungus is yeast
Your special time of day is the moment just before the mist evaporates
The shape of your life is oval with soft dark sparks
Your lucky phobia is epienopopontonphobia, or fear of crossing the wine-dark sea
Your power spot is here and there
The flavor which identifies you most is grapefruit smeared with honey Isn't that special...???
Thursday, February 28, 2002 12:27 p.m.
Love never dies. It never goes away. I think we just cover one emotion with another according to the way we feel at a specified time. I don't think most people understand that. Or, maybe I'm just crazy.
Thursday, February 28, 2002 10:29 a.m.
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it's there and sitting down
on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity
i hate you
Don't ya just love EE Cummings???
Tuesday, February 26, 2002 01:36 p.m.
ok folks.... We're off an running. My question is this: What do you want? I'm always more than willing to give. Always. SO, Lets all be sweet to the nice lady.... and tell her what the hell you want! Check your crypic egos at the door, and lets get real. I can't read your minds, but I'm reading your words loud and clear. I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks I am.
Friday, February 22, 2002 03:25 p.m.
'I am the vessel. The draft is God's. And God is the thirsty one.'
Dag Hammarskjold
Friday, February 22, 2002 01:02 p.m.
I should've been a pair of ragged claws. :)
Thursday, February 21, 2002 02:53 p.m.
You do not need to leave your room.
Remain sitting at your table and listen.
Do not even listen, simly wait.
Do not even wait, be still and solitary.
The world will freely offer itself to you
to be unmasked, it has no choice,
it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
Franz Kafka
That Kafka's a wild and crazy guy, ehy?!?!?
Tuesday, February 19, 2002 08:57 a.m.
1. know your intentions...
move in the direction of your soul...don't let false intentions hide
2. set your intentions high
ask for mastery...you don't have to struggle
3. see yourself in the light
see your true self
4. see everyone else in the light
don't judge others....stop dividing others into good and evil...everyone is
doing the best that they can
5. reinforce your intentions everyday
meditate or review your list of intentions...hold on to them
6. learn to forgive yourself
you are doing the best that you can
7. learn to let go
life is change...learn to accept that to be alive is to be changing
8. revere what is holy
every saint is your future...study past master and learn what you can
from them
9. don't prempt spirit...allow god to take over
if you want something spirit can provide it..surrender something to god
everyday
10. embrace the unknow...god lives in the unknown
Fr: How to Know God.
This stuff is SO easy to forget. Very sad.
Monday, February 18, 2002 01:12 p.m.
Men are the devil. I know its unintentional. I'm starting to believe there's no excuse for stupidity. Women are obsessive. There's no excuse for that either. So, my question at this point would be..... How in the hell are we all supposed to make this work? Lets all just think about it. *deep breath* Ok, lets not. Men are the devil. Women are insane. This life is going to be mighty interesting. End of story.
Tuesday, February 5, 2002 07:59 p.m.
Cyndi thinks that Heather's crazy.
