April 3rd, 2012
wicked ways
“I’ve tried hard / to mend my wicked ways / acted like a lunatic for years / Lord knows I try to be good / I’d keep my promises if only I could / you count your blessings that I can’t rely on you / And I tried / And I tried / And I tried / And I tried”
—Garbage, Wicked Ways
“Pruning The Elements Of Death In Your Life”
“…So I don’t even know how you aren’t punching people in the goddamn face.”
—Diana, 4/3/12
“our emotions and how linear time is”
—@Horse_ebooks, again
time 12:32 pm feeling good wearing cool green shirt from my mom, pants, boots reading Bloomberg Businessweek catchup music GARBAGE ready for GTD next KILL IT
But no, no, Horse_ebooks, time is not linear at all, not at all. I live weird parts of it in my mind, and in music, the future and the past and whatever, nearly every day. Creepily.
QUESTION:
How do you all of a sudden find yourself holding out birthday/anniversary/etc. cards to your husband to add his signature to, hanging out with a movie or show and a pizza and your husband thinking it’s the Greatest Saturday Ever, and doing other things JUST LIKE YOUR PARENTS, and that just being The Way It Is?!?! And it is OK?? It just seems to happen, all of a sudden, and there ya go. HA.
Luckily I think my parents have a lot of things more or less figured out. But still. Amusing/amazing.
(NOTE: This is me. LOL.)
QUESTION:
How can you ask for PRAYERS for what is actually POSITIVE NEWS (therefore bragging in a prayer request…which, WTF?!?!) when there are MANY OTHER, REAL-ER, DARKER things going on in the world (and even in the SAME GROUP, really) that (a) actually merit prayer(if that’s what you’re into…) (b) go COMPLETELY unvoiced?!
(NOTE: This is NOT ME. EVER!!! I hope!)
I realize this is (a) risky (b) passive-aggressive (c) exhibitionist, since I can’t say more, but, WHATEVER. I am pretty offended, the more I think about this, and this method of expression, while crummy, is still MUCH better than the alternative which involves me responding directly. Which would be very unpretty.
UGH.
ANSWER:
An 11-year-old’s Solution to the Euro Crisis – Washington Post
Other than that, I am doing well. It is April. It is Jenny’s birthday month! Not to mention her wedding year :). For an amusing recap of Jenny’s crazy mind, please visit this entry from her time in Spain when she called me. At 9pm my time. 5am her time.
ADIOS.