Fucked up....waking up early, getting to the top of your stairs, and finding the other person you live with, laying at the bottom covered in blood after they hit their head falling. Fucked up is that they were conscious after they fell, and lay there god knows how long, unable to get up, but not calling for help because they "didn't want to wake you." Fucked up, is trying to live with someone, who has no desire to live.
Q:Is this getting to be too much for you
James'head: HOLYSWEETMOTHERFUCKINGCHRISTINATAXICABRIDINGAPOGOSTICK SAY YES FOR THE LOVE OF SANITY FUCKING SAY YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!
James' mouth: No I'm cool, it's ok.
James' head; WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THAT'S NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO SAY
Q:Ok.
Well, if Gloria can survive, I can too....or whatever.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Dear Subconscious,
I'm not sure why you've chosen to give me really strange dreams, and kind of unnerving nightmares lately...but I'd like it a lot if you'd kindly KNOCK IT OFF!!!
Yours
-James' conscious mind
Yours
-James' conscious mind
Sunday, January 4, 2009
So some days
You are the zen master, carving lines down a mountain like you are on a track. Blowing by people faster than you can see them and turning curves in a plow of snowfall. And other days you are the amateur who can barely make it down the hill and JESUS CHRIST THAT WAS ICE!!!
Yesterday, my first run was as the amateur. I barely made it down the easy slope in one piece, let alone with grace or dignity in tact. Banged up and bruised up I sheepishly made it to the chair lift, only to wonder that, I was actually going to do that again? I had forgotten how much it hurts landing so hard on your back, repeatedly knocking the wind out of yourself when you are least expecting it.
My second run was only marginally better after a superb spill off the chair lift. But the day was not as long as one would think it would have been. Surprising myself I continued down the slopes, and by my third run had gotten my balance, not to mention some of my nerve back and headed to harder trails. The spills still occurred, and I have the black and blue marks to prove it, but the speed soon overcame being afraid of the pain. Going so fast is intoxicating, and feeling the correlation between a slight shift in your hips and a steep slide into a curve is amazing. It's a feeling I never got skiing.
I like skiing, I even got good enough for a black diamond at it. But snowboarding, for whatever reason, is more exciting. I can only wonder at it, my center of gravity isn't where it normally is, I don't have poles to help me tweek just enough to keep me from falling. It's me on a board of fiberglass, and I love it so much more. Now if only I had a pair of waterproof gloves.
Yesterday, my first run was as the amateur. I barely made it down the easy slope in one piece, let alone with grace or dignity in tact. Banged up and bruised up I sheepishly made it to the chair lift, only to wonder that, I was actually going to do that again? I had forgotten how much it hurts landing so hard on your back, repeatedly knocking the wind out of yourself when you are least expecting it.
My second run was only marginally better after a superb spill off the chair lift. But the day was not as long as one would think it would have been. Surprising myself I continued down the slopes, and by my third run had gotten my balance, not to mention some of my nerve back and headed to harder trails. The spills still occurred, and I have the black and blue marks to prove it, but the speed soon overcame being afraid of the pain. Going so fast is intoxicating, and feeling the correlation between a slight shift in your hips and a steep slide into a curve is amazing. It's a feeling I never got skiing.
I like skiing, I even got good enough for a black diamond at it. But snowboarding, for whatever reason, is more exciting. I can only wonder at it, my center of gravity isn't where it normally is, I don't have poles to help me tweek just enough to keep me from falling. It's me on a board of fiberglass, and I love it so much more. Now if only I had a pair of waterproof gloves.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Common Sense
Says that when "battling" the problems, a drink and some P.J. Harvey are NOT on the helping side. Though it seems fitting, fitting to what exactly?? *is frustrated at self* It's true blog, there's a whole lot of clutter in the noggin tonight, and I REALLY don't (want to/know how to) deal with it. Guess I'm still looking for the "right" answers in all of the uncertainty. *sigh* When do I learn, it's not the right answer, it's what's right for me? *rolls eyes incredulously*
Friday, December 5, 2008
I have to
wonder lately because a friend of mine was recently put on serious medication. Personally I am vehemently against using habitual medication as anything but a last resort.
Advil-fine, anti-biotics-fine...you don't have to use them for long....but for his problem...well they're long term...and they're disruptive to his life, apparently they make him really tired. And while I know in the long run, he'll be better using them (and that's really ALL that matters) it still scares me to see him go through this. Course I'd never tell him that ;)
But then I have to wonder (because, head case that I am, I will eventually compare EVERYTHING I see inwardly and how I myself measure up to it)how is it any different than the "method" I use to sleep?? Really dependency is dependency when it comes right down to it. So it's not like what I do is any better. Although it may be more fun.
Advil-fine, anti-biotics-fine...you don't have to use them for long....but for his problem...well they're long term...and they're disruptive to his life, apparently they make him really tired. And while I know in the long run, he'll be better using them (and that's really ALL that matters) it still scares me to see him go through this. Course I'd never tell him that ;)
But then I have to wonder (because, head case that I am, I will eventually compare EVERYTHING I see inwardly and how I myself measure up to it)how is it any different than the "method" I use to sleep?? Really dependency is dependency when it comes right down to it. So it's not like what I do is any better. Although it may be more fun.
Friday, November 28, 2008
I've been
enamored with post secret for a while now. And while I've wanted to send in a secret since Miss M and Super L introduced me to it two years ago, I haven't. And I've finally realized why, I don't feel I need to be anonymous. This is my past, and while it does not make me proud, it is part of who I am...and I LOVE who I am for the first time in a long time. And I'm strong enough to admit without malice..........
Older and wiser I know I could not have stopped for anyone but me. Thank you for showing me you care.
Older and wiser I know I could not have stopped for anyone but me. Thank you for showing me you care.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Thinking of
everything bad that's happened between us, and all the reasons I could/should/would hate you if I were any other person. But I can't.......even if sometimes I want to.
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