Tip of the Day:
If you like a guy and he likes another girl "better" then DON'T ask him to send you flowers 2 weeks later, ugghhhh!!! Do you see my pretty happy flowers?
I really like them. There is this purple one that one of the guys at work pointed out smells not like you'd expect, very herbaceous and cool/refreshing really. Girls at front desk giggled over huge, heavy, "break up flowers" thing and asked why he might not be a keeper... ahhh, hilariously ironic, eh?
So that prompted me to do the Pros and Cons of Seein' da G. Because as anyone who knows me way-to-well will know that I have little concept of time and therefore what the hell is goodbye? [Think Jim Morrison only not as, as, perhaps yet... not stoned, just a freaky perspective, wherever you get it from.] That could happen at any moment of any day with anyone you know, the goodbye thing, right? So live immediate and full, no? Easy said, harder done, WAY harder done. I will be quitting my job over $5K and an attitude of freedom later this week. Who dares me? Just had it locked up in the cubicle, just was again today...
Btw, the actually laughed at my $10K salary increase that I asked for; I am so in the wrong business! We'll see what happens. Ah, time will tell ;)
Okay, man. I never have anything to say and write ridiculous amounts of words that are the only thing that I am. I have nothing right now, nothing. I suppose it is a blank slate upon which to build but the so many options are overwhelmingly delicious.
Let's have a vote. Examining the the Pros and Cons, should I maintain contact, in any form, wit da G?
You know what I think happens? You eventually get what you want, just thru living. I want to be more blond and happier. Find a friend to stand tall next to me, fun and nice. Then just take over the world with plan 29-CLF, Complete Likeability Factor 29G.
Reality is SO funny. Gotta just love it...
I haven't even quit work yet and I already have the David Berry shirt hanginging (yes hanginging!) off the back of my computer chair. Damn, can't wait to quit, to finally live, or better, serve. I have a 2011 plan that better serves myself, my family and hopefully as many people as I can inspire, from the heart, with passion. Just not really sure what exactly that looks like yet. I am in year 1 of Reimage2011 so not very afraid of steady progress against goals, but the angst builds...
As I tell G (and everyone else), I have this horrible personality fun of delusions of grandeur to inferiority complex :) In a good "staying in da stoopid river of life that THEY expect," horrible abidance to the RULES.
Got my Stoopid tix for here and might, way might! see them again in Portland, that would be cool, just need to figure out how to twirl on my back and cut da moves while donning the little black dress and heels...
This is too FUN and LONG (have I mentioned G. yet) that I need to GET OFF(oh don't even!). It's like knowing your tiles are shaky on the shuttle. I would fly EVERY time and hope to burn and die or live as fully as I ever could. G. makes me feel that way when I am with him, not horrible, not wacky, more ENGAGED in what we are both persuing, different likely, yet similar.
He's cool, and positive. And that is enuf sometimes to risk the adventure. I have a little sack of magic but he brings a tool box full of surprises. My THING is set on "learn" right now, so as simple as it may seem, I will continue to be the da person that you just want to hit in the head with a brick so they get it!
The less I think, the better I feel. [someone said that before, Stoopid going into nice 21 shirt video Nasty Man.]
Smooches.
Mox a Rox
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