I am not perfect in the sense that I do everything right But, I am perfect in that I’m just right for them. Happy Mother’s Day. I journaled this to myself today after spending the whole week kicking my own ass. Thought maybe someone else could use the reminder too.
Soooo, things I want to remember, let’s see: Defy on Friday, girls date with my Livie Lou Who to Slice of Cake, Michaels, and this super cute new gift store on Saturday, Sky Tavern Sunday, Roller Skating Monday, Costco, catching up on cleaning, and boys shooting BBs today. It’s been a good time. Liv and... Continue Reading →
Why do we kill dandelions? They're actually a food and a remedy. They're just a flower, but we call them a weed. They grow everywhere like crazy, but they get sprayed and pulled up. It's weird. It's like we pick the dumbest shit to fight the hardest and it makes no sense. Couldn't people just... Continue Reading →
What if flies sounded like fighter jet pilots when they communicate? If a fly infestation can cause this much of a headache, I am concerned about my odds in post apocalyptic lifestyle. Does killing one fly attract more flies? Is there a fly killing karma thing? Is karma a thing? What if I reincarnate as... Continue Reading →
A cup of coffee, the sun rises in waves. The colors resplendent, and here I am. Full of things I wish I was not. Memories and yesterdays I wish I forgot. Like the house of a hoarder, with a couple less cats. Except you can't see the hoarding, it's just tucked away. All the words... Continue Reading →
Have you watched The Social Dilemma or The Big Hack on Netflix? I did, freaked out like the rational nutjob I am and deleted instagram, snapchat, facebook, twitter. Then, I decided to get on this form of social media and write about it. It's like swapping addictions, but hey - you don't judge me, I... Continue Reading →
The hardest part about depression is realizing you’re depressed. We all use words to deceive ourselves. It’s not depression, I’m not depressed I’m just like … miserable and I don’t know why. I just know it’s my fault. I’m not depressed, I’m just really tired and cranky. I’m not depressed, I just generally don’t want... Continue Reading →
Sterilize Sterile smiles, virile lies I’m getting better, my soul has died It is an illness It is insane It is my heaven It is my grave They say it’s catching Like I’m a cough They say I’m crazy I say, so what? Starry eyes, eerie cries Into the heavens I have soared I’ve danced... Continue Reading →
I’ve been in a funk lately. There was 0 creativity, 0 writing (except for endless pages of journals) and 100% feeling stuck, disconnected, uninspired. I’ve been thinking about how happy I was writing years ago and how…not happy that it’s been for years and years. I’ve been wondering if I’m just…a facade. This fake, hollow,... Continue Reading →
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