Trick or Treat?

Wednesday’s Abs: Music to My Ears

There’s not many out there that can “fill in the middle” for Kate Moss, but our own LyricallyMe does it beautifully.

 

Good god, it’s snowing

(as if today wasn’t bad enough already)

wtf is wrong?

wtf is wrong with me.  seriously?  All I want to do is sleep, and cry.  my mom is talking about dying.  i’m feeling forced to go somewhere on x-mas eve i don’t want to go.  i’m feeling fat.  fat, fat… not just plain fat.  my hair is greying, i’m feeling old.  and i’m not sure anyone cares. about any of this.

i just e-mailed CC and told him– in a semi-breakdown sort of way– that my husband cheated on me.  wtf does he care.  he hasn’t seen me in 20 years.  why would i expect anything from him.

i’m so fucked up.  i didn’t even make it in to work today.  headaches.  lots of headaches.

Broken

i feel so completely broken.  alone.  no one to turn to.  and not for lack of a specific someone.  but simply for lack of trust.  for fear of rejection.  or retaliation. 

why is it so hard for some people to simply listen…  without rushing to defend themselves?  as if your sole purpose for speaking was to merely make them feel guilty (when that’s so not true).  why must they think everything is about them?

and why do i feel like a pouty, eight-year-old little girl that Santa skipped on Christmas morning…

(i so wanted you to be my Christmas morning)

Monday’s Nun: 10.27.08

Thank you for your witness…

my whatness? 

I’m on assignment for the next two weeks.  Some kind of cross-training bullshit.  My “new” cube is a little slice of heaven.  I’m surrounded by Jesus figurines, angel cards, and bible quotes.  

And lemme just tell ‘ya– this bible stuff gets a LOT of attention.  I’ve got  people thanking me for my witness (I still have NO IDEA what this means?!), sharing their Christian business cards with me, and blessing me through out the day.

Hey, at the end of two weeks, I may just be able to walk on water… 

Wednesday’s Abs: all about Wood (Tyler Wood)

Monday’s Nun: 10.20.08

SoBe it

SoBe citrus + coconut run = i don’t give a f*ck who i play cards with…

(i didn’t win)