A few weeks ago I was laying in bed and relaxing before going to sleep and calming my breathing and thought patterns as has become my habit lately. Also something that has become part of my life is thinking of K too much. I try to avoid it as much as possible. I pushed thought … Continue reading Thoughts
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On Top Of Spaghetti, All Covered With Cheese. I Lost My Poor Meatball When Somebody Sneezed. It Rolled Off The Table, And Onto The Floor
I'm sure EVERYONE will be thrilled to know I found the spaghetti. Yesterday I sat down in my living room to read and my coworker sent me a text and just as I reached over for my phone I saw the corner of the container under the other arm chair A chair both I and … Continue reading On Top Of Spaghetti, All Covered With Cheese. I Lost My Poor Meatball When Somebody Sneezed. It Rolled Off The Table, And Onto The Floor
My Shadow’s The Only One That Walks Beside Me
I went to Wal-Mart last week and found this for Z's room (see previous post for reference) Yes, I know the hair is covered which kinda defeats the purpose, but my options were limited and it was better than nothing. Next I went to the dollar store intent on buying gold paint to redo her … Continue reading My Shadow’s The Only One That Walks Beside Me
I Wish I Could Be Every Little Thing You Wanted All The Time
Last night Z nearly broke my heart. I was washing her hair, which could be considered a full time job, although we do it on average once a week if I've had enough coffee and sleep, when she made the comment that she doesn't like her hair and wished it was like all her friends … Continue reading I Wish I Could Be Every Little Thing You Wanted All The Time
Leaving To Find My Soul Told Her I Had To Go And I Know It Ain’t Pretty When Our Hearts Get Broke
The fact that I am alive is proof enough that I am a God. No one can confirm for sure how the world started. Not when or how or at what point, which leaves it wide open for interpretation on exactly how or why we got to this place in history or the present place … Continue reading Leaving To Find My Soul Told Her I Had To Go And I Know It Ain’t Pretty When Our Hearts Get Broke
Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely Is This The Feeling I Need To Walk With?
So I've been living here in Kelowna for 7 months. Plenty of time to get nice and settled and make massive amounts of new friends and join plenty of clubs, classes, activities what have you. As much as I feel at home in my house, and actually enjoy the town as a whole, basically because … Continue reading Show Me The Meaning Of Being Lonely Is This The Feeling I Need To Walk With?
It’s The End Of The World As We Know It, And I Feel Fine
When you sit back and think about it, we all had to come from somewhere. Someone somehow we are all connected. I know it's not a thought we all consider on the daily, but logically, this earth didn't just appear yesterday functioning at this level of consciousness and efficiency that we are at today. Which … Continue reading It’s The End Of The World As We Know It, And I Feel Fine
Take Control Of Your Mind And Just Meditate And Let Your Soul Just Gravitate To The Love
I've come to the conclusion in my life for now, that every time I've attempted to produce love, in any kind, it ends in a more broken version of myself. Maybe, and most likely this is because the men I've been showing my version of love to have not been in a receptive state in … Continue reading Take Control Of Your Mind And Just Meditate And Let Your Soul Just Gravitate To The Love
My Cousins Are Crazy / When I Started Out I Just Took What They Gave Me / When You Livin Like This You Supposed To Hate
Caller #3. Last night I got a call from the prison again. Which I thought (again) was weird when I saw the number show up on my phone. For so many reasons I'm sure you could guess, but the main one being that T (the guy who wrote the phone number wrong last week, for … Continue reading My Cousins Are Crazy / When I Started Out I Just Took What They Gave Me / When You Livin Like This You Supposed To Hate
We Don’t Say How We Feel And I Feel Like This Is What Got Us In The Debacle We’re In
I remember Kindergarten. Correction. I remember exactly one lunch recess where I was playing tag and pushed a boy off some wooden play structure. He ended up breaking his arm... my bad. But I distinctly remember when my red curly-haired teacher who was on supervision carried him from the playground to the office and it … Continue reading We Don’t Say How We Feel And I Feel Like This Is What Got Us In The Debacle We’re In
