Work

seems like it's all I do these days. But I've never had a job before, and what I do now is pretty good, and I shouldn't be complaining. Plus it fills up all those empty hours I spend staring at the TV while sitting on a swivel chair/large couch/stuffed cat.

As I was working today, a woman arrived with some friends of hers. She was wearing a US flag-themed bikini (which she filled quite nicely, I must say.)

I'm not quite one for religion, but damn. God bless America.

And as far as America-related issues that occupy whatever spare thinking power I have to use, it's the oil crises in the Gulf of Mexico and the future of healthcare+medicine. Environmental concerns and career crises, oh joy.

Even though it's summer I still feel stressed. Sometimes though, all you need to hammer out that tension is doing a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle of The Beatles.

Work in progress.

Turtle

Awkward, that is.

If it was difficult trying to ask him a question concerning money, it sure as shit is near impossible now.

How do you rebuild a bridge that's charred and missing its beams and is structurally unsound due to a slow-burning, diesel fire of unease, dishonesty, and suffering?

Riddle me that, Batman.

A Good Night

"Oh, hey, I'm gonna get that myself."

"No it's ok, I'll get it. I have money."

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Well.

Fuck. That.

"Without music, life would be a mistake."

~Friedrich Nietzsche

Sore Wounds

And now I remember a long time ago when we were smaller, younger, and our parents were in the midst of another cold war of words. The tension was high, anger and frustration sparked between them, and we reeked of fear.

Our mother let us stay with the S's while she returned home to continue the battle.

We sat around the dinner table, myself, my siblings, A and R. Mrs. S made dinner for us, but our mood was very solemn.

What can I say, we were scared. We never liked it when our parents duked it out. And as we ate the food Mrs. S graciously cooked for us, we expressed our worries.

"Are our parents gonna get divorced?"

Mrs. S did her best to assuage us at the time. "No, you shouldn't think they'll do something like that. You see, mommies and daddies fight some time but in the end they'll make up and it will all be alright, you see."

Thankfully later that evening, her words proved true as the conflict seemed to be resolved when we all returned home.

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However I see that 8 or so years later in the present, mommies and daddies don't always come to terms in the very end, and someone has to give.

When the Weather matches the Worst

I remember myself four years ago, sitting in 1st period Spanish III and hearing the announcement about Ashleigh.

I remember how the weather was that day. Grey. Cold. Wet. Miserable weather conditions to couple miserable news.

And now the day after I'm brought home to receive more dreary news, the weather mimics the weather on that day four years ago.

I was wondering how the hell is it suddenly so cold and wet and dreary when the last couple of days have been gorgeous?

But then I realize once again, we've been gifted with the right weather for the right news.

Fantastic.

D.

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