Wish/Want in one hand... I want to know what I am going to be when I grow up.

I want to know why I am how I am.

I want to know what makes them tick.

I want to know why honesty hurts so bad.

I want to know that I can fly but know that I can always land back in the proverbial nest.

I want to know that I can live alone.

I want to know that I can understand people.

I want to be accepted.

I want to like myself for who I am.

I want to be successful in my endeavors.

I want to act my age.

I want others to act their age.

I want to make people happy.

I want to make some people cry.

I want to be the one who delivers that proverbial 'taste of their own medicine.'

I want to believe in people again.

I want for everyone to have an equal shot.

I want to be rich.

I want the wisdom that my Great Aunt carries.

I want the gossip to stop.

I want to judge people at face value.

I want to be judged at face value.

I want for people to tell the truth.

I want for people to be nice.

I want there to be a Santa Claus.

I want to understand.

I want the things spinning around in my head to make sense.

I want a cell phone that doesn't drop the most important calls.

I want for people to know who I hold dearest in my heart.

I want to live without fear.

I want to be an artist.

I want to have the spirit of a hippie.

I want to have a better grasp of things I don't understand.

I want to understand why there are some things that we, as humans, just don't get.

I want to be true to myself.

I want to understand the past.

I want to know what will happen in the future.

I want to be less whiney.

I want happiness for my family.

I want a money tree.

I want.  ¶ 8:17 PM 1 comments

  Nothing brings the bitch out in me like people whispering behind my back.

Nothing.

Lucky for me that I have AMAZING friends.

My amazing friends have one thing in common consistently, they all have the ability to be the biggest bitches in the whole world when the situation calls for it.

Think of it like a millitary defense system, all specialized to attack in very different ways.

The end result: Death of the opponent.

Let the games begin bitches... I didn't start this one, but I will certainly be the one to finish it, with the help of one amazing friend in particular.

I am laughing just thinking about it.  ¶ 8:31 PM 2 comments

  Casting my life We all know the torrid love whatever that happened between JFK, Marilyn Monroe, and Jackie O.

We have all heard the story thousands of times.

Marilyn Monroe was that something shiny...

But Jackie O couldn't even be categorized next to Marilyn, not because she was less in any way, but because it was like comparing a glass vase to Waterford Crystal. Jackie O was the Waterford Crystal.

Both equally beautiful and timeless. Both have the ability to be an heirloom, and both will succeed in that...

But one is Waterford Crystal.

And yet, in our classic human kind of way, JFK went for the glass even though the Waterford was right there.

Hands down, that is my favorite modern fairy tale, because with a simple twist of fate, the whole story could be different. It is fascinating.  ¶ 4:48 PM 0 comments

  I have an announcement.

I want flowers.

Really obscene flowers.

Delivered to my abode.

By a florist.

For no Special occasion.

From someone other than my Father.

The end.  ¶ 8:55 AM 1 comments

  “Things in law tend to be black and white. But we all know that some people are a little bit guilty, while other people are guilty as hell.” When the inner psychee takes us down a path we don't care to venture down... It is never comforting, but always thought provoking. I recognize that I, as everyone hold my imperfections. I know that some of them are endearing. I know that others will lead to the downfall of me. All the while, I am still guilty.

Guilty of believing in someone who didn't deserve to be believed in.

Guilty of holding on to someone or something too long.

Guilty of lying, cheating, and stealing all in order to fulfil an unnecessary need.

Guilty of allowing the small and petty to affect the large and imperative.

Guilty of loving someone who didn't deserve to be loved.

Guilty of giving up on someone who deserved support.

Guilty of saying things I don't mean.

Guilty of meaning things I don't say.

Guilty of being a pain in the ass in the present, over things that have happened in the past.

Guilty of not swallowing pride, when swallowing was definitely in order.

Guilty of letting go of a dream too soon.

Guilty of missing the unmissable.

Guilty of allowing my cynicism and pessimism overtake my optimistic and trusting side.

Guilty of losing touch with the people and belief system that made me what I am today.

Guilty of Hurting someone who didn't deserve it.

Guilty of growing up when I swore I wouldn't.

...And sometimes, it is really hard to admit guilt when you are trained to believe that you couldn't possibly be wrong.  ¶ 5:59 AM 1 comments

  Rare form I am in rare form these days.

I am on a moral ass hole ripping kind of tear. SOOOOOOOO if you have ever done something I find to be unjust, watch out. These are your days to hear about it.

Case and point: I shall give you two opposite ends of the spectrum.

The Big Deal: Miss 'Here's a bible, go find yourself and your failing marriage (which had no redeeming qualities to it) in these pages' has found herself in quite the predicament. Her fiancee ended things with her. She is hoping for a reproposal. Fat chance because, well... He's gay. Now, lets all go ahead and congratulate me, because I didn't tell her he was gay. I merely told her that she should stop standing on a proverbial iceberg when global warming is clearly taking place. I also laughed profusely when one of her roommates gave her the god schpeel and told her to find her relationship at church and she became offended. Further more, I thouroughly enjoyed the part when she said 'I only tell you things when I want to be judged. You are so judgemental.' Hello pot? This is kettle, you are black. So sorry, but it is common knowledge that I call a spade when I see a spade. It is also no family secret that I speak my mind. I have gotten so much better, but seriously, who would I be if I wasn't the one who gave opinions? I would have NOTHING to write about.

The Not-so-big deal:
I went apeshit this morning over hair ties. Yes. Hair ties. My brand new package of hair ties had been secretly and stealthily removed from the location at the 'exclusive companions' that I had placed them in. They were placed in a bag to be shipped off to my real homeland that was not in my posession at the current moment. And damnit, I needed hair ties. HAIR TIES! The hair tie monster invaded my body, as did irrational girl. Things were whirling about my head, things that made NO sense. Things like 'Why did the hair ties have to be moved? Why was it such an inconvenience to have them there? Why is there no room in his life for my hairties, but there is room for pictures of the exgirlfriend? What the hell is wrong with me? What the fuck? Why can't my hairties be there? DAMNIT!!!! I NEED A HAIRTIE! HAIRTIEHAIRTIEHAIRTIE.... HAIRTIE!!!!!!!!!!! It was, seriously, like I was feinding for heroine in a very femi-nazi state. Don't worry. I kept my cool. But lets not pretend that there wasn't a mini fit thrown about my lack of hairtie. And yes, I know that there are hairties for purchase at every pharmacy and grocery store. But I wanted, I needed, my hairties.

So, needless to say, I am super super fun these days. Maybe I should ingest a bottle of Tylenol PM and begin blogging when the catatonic state has passed.  ¶ 6:35 PM 1 comments