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She Was Right
My mother taught me cross stitching when I was younger. We were well schooled children.
HB mentioned this over dinner tonight...
Subversive Cross Stich
Not To Self
Since I tend to use this a reminder of what I need to do...
Make sure you remember to thank everyone for the incredible dinner out.
I know you're tired. That's why I'm writing to you now. You owe them.
Why Go Down
To anyone who still trundles over this way, I apologize for having absolutely nothing of interest to say. I'm typing from work on Saturday, and I've just been staring at the screen for hours, guilting myself into trying to put something down.
And then I realized that in most cases my writer's block comes from the fact that I SHOULD be doing it. I try treating it like some self-imposed homework assignment. YOU MUST DO THIS.
Which, even for me to tell myself, is never a good thing because I'm pretty damn stubborn when I'm told I HAVE to do something. I start questioning the reasons someone would insist you have to do something, and it ends up with me setting up an, "Oh yeah? Watch me NOT do it." attitude that can be fun to watch.
So, I'm going to try and remember that I love writing. And that I shouldn't have to force it out of me.
I missed the deadline for Columbia's writing program, speaking of writing. It was February 2. Now, I have to wait until next February to get started. And that's a blessing and a curse. Trying to return to school after a prolonged absence is always the hardest.
But it WILL defer my student loans and keep me from bankruptcy for a few more years.
This Is A Rebroadcast
Yeah. It's like the draft. Who's happy he's getting old? I am.
But seriously.....this is wrong. I haven't read the whole thing, but it was abolished for a reason. And now the new regime wants it back? That should be a warning single to the country.
Universal National Service Act of 2003 (Introduced in House)
To provide for the common defense by requiring that all young persons in the United States, including women, perform a period of military service or a period of civilian service in furtherance of the national defense and homeland security, and for other purposes.
Welcome to Bathroom Mania!
Welcome to Bathroom Mania!
I need the hammock bath! How frickin' cool is that?
Questions That Will Have No Answer
I called in sick today. I had a doctor's appointment at 9:45.
All I got were more pills. Different pills. There was no check up. There was no testing. The doctor came in. Prescribed some anti-fatigue medicine and left. I asked about my depression, and he simply said, "Oh yeah. You'll have that."
Fuck it.
I'm having a hard time wondering why I get out of bed, or even bother waking up at this point. If my life is going to be pill popping and work stress, I'd like to trade it in for a new model. I can't deal with this anymore.
The Lazy Haze Of Middling Geese
How much am I loving Party Of One: The Loners' Manifesto
Everything that I was hoping would be covered in Quirkyalone was covered here.
But, the Ambien is kicking in, and I'm concerned my ramblings my frightnen others.
If you ask thouh, they're all yours.
More on the book when I finish.
Horn Not At The Ready
The QuirkyAlone book has a quote from one, Andrew Boyd.
"We're all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you've been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there's no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in someway, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complimentary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn't until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems -- the ones that make you truly who you are --that you're ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finall know what you're looking for. You're looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person -- someone you loviginly gaze upon and think, "This is the problem I want to have."
He then goes on to have a mantra...
"I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way."
That's the best description of finding love I've ever read.
Ticket For One
I've only gotten a few pages into that new manifesto book called QuirkyAlone, but based on what I've read, it's rather self-serving for the author and in general just unnecessarily long winded just to say, "I enjoy being alone or in a relationship. Go deal."
Then I saw this on Pamie.com and realized I'm not alone:
"Hmm. What's this site?
Quirkyalone?
Is that me?
Oh, no.
I...I...I...
somebody love me, quick.
I will give up my Star Trek action figures.
I don't have to game every Saturday.
I will give away my blender collection.
I will stop watching the Travel channel for the comedy.
I will stop quoting old David Brenner routines.
I will become like everyone else.
Please don't make me be a quirkyalone.
That name makes me sad."
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