This is how it works I have recently fallen in love with the sound and words or Regina Spektor.

Especially this set of lyrics:

"This is how it works

You're young until you're not

You love until you don't

You try until you can't

You laugh until you cry

You cry until you laugh

And everyone must breathe

Until their dying breath

No this is how it works

You peer inside yourself

You take the things you like

Then try to love the things you took

And then you take that love you made

And stick it into some-

Someone else's heart-

And walking arm in arm

You hope it don't get harmed

But even if it does

You'll just do it all again"

Lately, I have been a reflective matter of goo. I do that occasionally. So if I get all philosophical on you, here is my appology in advance. And do yourself a favor, go invest in Regina Spektor. CD, I Tunes, Whatever... All I know is she is amazing.  ¶ 7:41 PM 0 comments

  Yeah, thats right. I said when, not if. I wish I had said if, not when.

But I get this feeling that your complacency is going no where.

Prove me wrong. I beg of you. I plead with you. Prove me wrong.


Please Prove Me Wrong.  ¶ 10:28 AM 0 comments

  Fire It keeps us warm and it burns us too.

That is all.

Think of this as one of those idiot tags on blowdriers, cautioning you not to use them in the shower...  ¶ 10:28 AM 0 comments

  Hello Good Sir... I know you are evil, we need not pretend. I Don't know if I have ever told this story before... But today, I am in the mood. (This story has not been altered to protect peoples identities, and facts have not been falsified. Yeah. It really happened.)

Once upon a time in a land called Fort Worth in the year 2001, there was this fair collegiate maiden named Ms. S'Ghetti. Ms. S'Ghetti had HORRID taste in men, and liked to date the likes of frat boys and bar flies. Especially if they had an enchanting accent or a fabulous last name. One day, she met someone who fit into all of her categories. He was a frat-boy-without-a-home, irish, barfly, with the last name of 'savage'. They flirted, they flirted more, and then he introduced her to his girlfriend. She didn't care, because nobody could rain on her parade. So she continued to flirt without touching until the girlfriend was turned into an evil rodent and skulked off into the night. Then she dated the barfly herself. One day, she was heading to his magical dorm room, when she encountered a note on the door. It said 'I've moved back to Ireland, I left this morning. I will miss you, but I know you hate goodbyes.' The fair maiden was PISSED. But, in typical fashion, she moved on, and flirted via email for many many years to come. Fast forward to now. The irish boy returned from his stint in the homeland, and has mercilessly tried to court the fair maiden, who has incedentally grown a brain in the last few years and will have nothing to do with him. He grew desperate, and had a friend leave a message on her voicemail feigning to be a suitor that met her the night before at a bar. The fair maiden has decided to climb upon her white horse with her trusty partner in crime and show up at the barflies haunt. Bad idea? Yes. Makes for a fantastic story? Absolutely.

So, if any of you care to see this tragedy unfold for themselves, you just say the word. It will happen tomorrow.  ¶ 9:17 PM 1 comments

  An Anger that Overwhelms. I just watched my brother tear into my mother for no apparent reason. Any time that happens, one thing overcomes me.

Blind Rage.

To add the whipped cream and cherry to the proverbial sundae, he did it in a completely inappropriate setting. The shittiest thing about my brother: You can talk back when he is in that 'zone' and he will never hear you no matter how loud or soft you speak. It makes no difference.

I have realized something today. I don't know the root of it, but I will with some investigation. I need to dig deeper, but the blind rage is preventing me from doing that. The only thing left to do now is sleep.  ¶ 7:42 PM 1 comments

  On the topic of Rosaries as fashion jewelry. I swear. I swear. This conversation could not have been made up. It transpired between a friend and myself on New Years Eve.

Me: Oh heavens. I love that necklace.
Her: Thank you. I got it for christmas. It is the Swarovski replica of Jackie O's cross.
Me. Damn. I can't wear a cross. That would be too strange. I am, however considering purchasing a rosary to wear as fashion jewelry, in the famous footsteps of Madonna. Wouldn't that be appropriate.
Her: Appropriate? No. What you should ask is if it would be lovely. It would, in fact, be lovely, but certainly not appropriate.
Me: Wouldn't it be lovely?
Her: Yes, Rebecca. It would be lovely.

So today, I googled 'Lovely Rosaries' and I have made my selection for the new addition. Without further aideu:

My lovely rosary. Note that it is topaz, same as my birthstone. I am not keen on the cross part, but I feel that it could be changed out with little effort.

Some people seem to have a problem with this, take my new favorite christian heathen, Mrs. Betty Bowers.

**Please note. I may at one point purchase a rosary, but I will certainly never actually wear it as a fashion statement. Please do not take this as your opportunity to question my faith, as I can actually recite the entire rosary prayer, so in my book, I have every right to own one. The end.**  ¶ 7:37 PM 1 comments

  It is humorous to say the least when movies simplify things beyond all worldly possibility.

I watched a movie that made breaking up look as easy as baking a cake. It made me giggle even further because I have been witness to the tango of a break up for months now. To the point that I deeply believe someone should get a shotgun out and put them both out of their misery.

So the movie sums it up to 'You stay with someone until you don't love them anymore. And then it is over.'

That definately makes it easier. I am definately loaning that movie to my friend that can't seem to quit dancing.  ¶ 7:03 AM 0 comments

  The Prelude to my Prayer I don't hear their prayers... I only hear mine. I wish I heard both.

I forget to say thank you for the things that I have been blessed with. I forget to appologize for the things that I don't mean. I forget to tell you how much it means that my gift in this life is not to sit behind a desk, or to do something aesthetic. I forget that my gift from god acts as a gift to others too. I am sorry, and thank you.

Sometimes I get scared. Sometimes I get consumed. I shouldn't be either, and I am working on that. When I carry out my gift, it shouldn't matter that I can't afford the finer things in life. It still does, and I am working on that too. I wish every day that something would change about the fiscal end. Even if it doesn't-- I will still try.

I can't judge my ability based on the ability of the whole that I represent. I do that. I shouldn't.

I can't get mad for the things that people don't say. I do that too. I wish people would say what they meant. I will try very hard not to get mad about the things I wish with all of my heart that they meant, but in the end, they don't mean.

I will try to look at all failures as blessings. That includes the one huge failure of my past that will probably haunt me until the day I die. I know why it haunts me. If it didn't haunt me, I may have forgotten already, and that is something I definately don't want. So thank you for that too.

Make them know that they are the bravest girls in the world. Make him know that he didn't save my life, but definately made me believe in things I had stopped believing in all too long ago. Make her know that I will love her until the end of time. Make her know that I will forever be in her debt for all of the sacrifices that she has made. Make him know there is something better for him, and make him know that even if a family is never formed for him-- he will always have a place in mine. Make those boys know that they have given me more peace and happiness than I could ever have imagined. Make them all know.  ¶ 11:49 AM 0 comments

  This place had been poisioned for me. I think it has been affectively saged.

I know all of my loyal fans have been awaiting my triumphant return. And it is here.

Just another new years resolution, I suppose. ;)  ¶ 8:22 AM 2 comments