February 2011
38 posts
“If you invite negativity in, you have to feed it and hang out with it. Best not to invite it in.”
—Erykah Badu
Crimes Against Hugh’s Manatees
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“Never allow anyone to rain on your parade and thus cast a pall of gloom and defeat on the entire day. Remember that no talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, are required to set up in the fault-finding business. Nothing external can have any power over you unless you permit it. Your time is too precious to be sacrificed in wasted days combating the menial forces of hate, jealously, and envy. Guard your fragile life carefully. Only God can shape a flower, but any foolish child can pull it to pieces.”
—Og Mandino
You’re an idiot if you think for a second you understand.
Just leave me a lone some more. It’s easier and safer this way.
Laughter is Good Medicine
Trying to fall asleep to the faint sounds of Metalocalypse [intelligent choice], I overhear this shit:
Skwisgaar Skwigelf: This is a complete and total, you know, sausage festival.
Toki Wartooth: I love sausage festival!
Skwisgaar Skwigelf: What?
Toki Wartooth: Like in Vienna.
Skwisgaar Skwigelf: No, no, Toki, that was a sausage festival.
Toki Wartooth: Yeah, that was good.
Skwisgaar Skwigelf: Yeah. It was the Vienna pork saus—um, no, this means that there’s no good-looking ladies to put you-know-what intoside of them.
Toki Wartooth: The sausage?
Skwisgaar Skwigelf: … Yeah. Anyway, what were you talking about, like, a second ago? I’m sorry I cut you off.
Toki Wartooth: Oh, I gots to make something for Murderface. I gonna make him a macaroni murder lady.
Skwisgaar Skwigelf: I’m sure he’ll hate that. Eh, pardon me.
[walks away]
I laughed out loud and gave up on sleep. Thank God for Cartoon Nework. And good good people.
They’re honestly everywhere.
death is cruel
I’ve only seen him a few times; he’s mean. That’s right, lowercase for you, asshole.
It makes no sense. It’s not fucking fair. All I want to do is cry for days. But I don’t want to be a heaving animal. I don’t want to go to class because I know I’ll cry. All vulnerable and alone with just my sensations. All I have is this crater in my chest with names etched in the sides.
The worst maybe is the guilt. It’s not fair that they were robbed. Life is the gift. Why wasn’t I robbed? Why am I so worthy? I’m not. I just don’t understand.
Today’s my Brother’s birthday [I love you, Cory]. I should be writing a blog about his wonder. But I don’t really know him. Like you don’t really know me.
I didn’t really know her.
Rest in Peace,
Jenna Erickson
Patrick McDonough
Adam Buffaloe
Katie Kittel
It’s not fair.
Ours for the Taking
I believe grammar is meant to be our tool. The rules do not apply unless you need them to. I don’t. I love sentence fragments for emphasis. Just to get your attention. Punctuation is my bitch. I’ve learned from the best:
yes is a pleasant country:
if’s wintry
(my lovely)
let’s open the year
both is the very weather
(not either)
my treasure,
when violets appear
love is a deeper season
than reason;
my sweet one
(and april’s where we’re)- e.e. cummings
Do what you want.
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Mmmmm
I wish that we communicated in musical notes instead of words. There’d be no doubt about how I felt. There’d be no such thing as a lie. You’d hear my pitch and know my soul. We’d be dolphins swimming in our own symphony.
