I’d like to bring the jerk(s) back into my life.
The romance sans a guy is starting to annoy me.
I need to listen to rock music- because all the sweet/melancholy she broke my heart, he broke my heart, lets be in love crap…is making me depressed.

My brain is pretty much mush, expect for these word spurring out of me… but other than that I can’t remember what I got online for… and I know I am going to remember it as soon as I sign off line.
Does this happen to you?
I wonder if anyone else can relate to how mindless one can be at times. My parents let me watch too much TV, rather than get me to go do productive shit. I read…but not enough to really carry on a more than semi intelligent conversation.

Like today, this guy asked me what my favorite genre of literature was… and I said I don’t have a favorite I like to read what ever pops out at me and sparks my interest- which he replied to “oh, I took a course on 20th Century Religious literature,” the proceeded to name authors, and there I am the English major… with no favorite author, and no favorite genre to show for myself… and only recognized because I loved the Chronicles of Narnia series…

But, I do have a favorite literary genre- I love 20th Century Native America literature. Such as Sherman Alexie and Leslie Silko to name a few, out of all my English courses it was my absolute favorite class, because I am stuck on the idea of the majestic Indian - however, I realize they were just as cruel as the White Man, but for different reasons- their way of living was to live within their means- they did not see the need for excess the only used what they needed and thats why I appreciate them.

I need to order a book from Amazon for my mom for her book club! That is why I got online.
I’m doing this than signing off.

And often I come to be entangled in the foliage that matures in the garden.
With each new sprout I grow more twisted.
Lost in the vines spreading over the garden floor.
The greenery engulfs me so,
I fear I may become the garden itself,
And lost forever to the outside world.
Giving life only to excessive growth.
Any attempt to reach an egress prove to be my folly,
Only strengthening the garden’s hold on me.
Thus, I fear…
It has been me all the while;
And there can be no exodus from the garden.
For I am the keeper,
Cultivator of my own exile.

You must be going insane when you are the one barking Christmas Carols to the dog. #Ifeelnoshame #IamokwithwhoIam

There is a place you can go.
Where life is rather carefree.
And the possibilites endless.

Don’t worry about ever being alone.
Everyone is here, they just don’t know it.

It isn’t that crowed.
Some of us still like to hold on to things;
Or often are to busy looking ahead,
To live here.

So come live in the now.
It is the place to be.