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[14 Oct 2008|09:39am] |
i am patiently waiting for our first autumn cold front that will sweep these wilted petals away from my doorstep. october is beautiful. even the flowers have to agree, with their big beautiful blossoms sretching towards the bright sunlight, soaking up whatever maybe left over from summer. everything in my world at the moment seems to be at a stand still, usually i would be wiggling around waiting for the next big something to happen, but i think i am so run down that standing still is okay for the moment. it allows me to notice things like flowers and the bees and birds packing up to leave for the rest of the year. its quite a nice feeling.
my work place is at a complete harmony right now. it wouldnt be quite as unsettling except for the fact that i work with all females. on his bi-weekly check up i see the maintanance man cringe as he walks past an office staff of middle aged women. i really dont know what to think about this really, im counting down the days til i see another show down, equiped with toy guns and rope.
i had two tarrot card readings done on me this weekend. it just did not feel right after my first reading, and after my second with another gypsy as she like to call herself, i am convinced that DOOM is pending on my end of the line. lots of traveling for me in the next year, a new home, and yeah something bad to come.
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[19 Jun 2008|01:22am] |
someone says to me today, "oh honey, you're as sweet as apple pie."
i was eternally flattered and floated on that emotion the entire afternoon. if i could describe it, i would say i felt like snow white whistling and singing to the tweet tweet twittering of birds and other wildlife animals, you know, before she was poisoned with an apple.
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| impending doom |
[15 Mar 2008|12:57am] |
my mood as of lately has been gloomy. maybe a tiny bit more than just gloomy, kind of standing outside on a grey day with big sad pregnant rainclouds overhead and gusty winds, you dont have an umbrella and your shoes have holes in them, but what you do have is that feeling of nothing but defeat filling your entire belly.
gloomy.
how can a word that rhymes with bloomy have such a bad meaning?
gloomy has made my bedroom a wreck. soda cans, teacups, spoons, clothes piled on the floor next to the overflowing volcanic trash bin. i have a lot of cameras scattered across my room, and i am so unmotivated. . ... but my room is too dirty to stay in so i took hello kitty out to enjoy some fresh spring air.
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| i want to sleep all day, allll day long. |
[05 Feb 2008|01:49am] |
today i saw a catapillar. he was the lightest shade of spring, with prickly white hairs all over him. he was a fat little man, wobbling left, wobbling right, wobble wobble wobble right onto the leaf in the flower pot that's inside cos it's too cold to survive other wise. i extend my left pointer finger out and pet him on his back, i winkle my nose, i squeeze, i sneeze twice, and i winkle my nose again.
my eyes go into half lit moons and i smile cos i know spring is almost here!<3<3
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| i always give the best advice, so take it! |
[26 Jan 2008|01:55am] |
DONT BE SO
the first step to loving yourself is knowing who you are.
define your personality.
being completely honest with yourself and find out what is it about you that you love, and what is it about you that you hate. the key word in that sentence would be honesty. you have to be honest with yourself. only you know your secrets and demons, and in order to take that first step, you have to dig deep and emphasize on the things that you need to change. the 'hate' part of your list may outweigh the 'love' part in the beginning, but with confidence, self reassurance, and self motivation, in the end you may be surprised on what side of the hate/love scale you are on.
photo inspired by dani <3
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