Sunday, November 24, 2013
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Baroque Art Caravaggio
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Monday, October 28, 2013
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Sunday, September 1, 2013
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Friday, June 28, 2013
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
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Wednesday, May 29, 2013
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Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Bawling publication
I published my first book, for Mother's Day I took family photos and used a groupon from mypublisher & stalked my sister's Facebook photos, Mom loved it! & I accomplished something, feeling fucking amazing right now ;D
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Today is the day to prove myself
Tasked on a Thursday to hold down the fort & yesterday within three goes if being told to do so I faced almost every challenge I've met so far. I love my role & will continue to learn but WTF is up with Murphy's law reigning!?!?
I will resist the temptation to given into defeat.
I will not allow myself to succumb to any chaotic disturbance.
I will rock & handle this as cool calm & collected & throw in conceded for added pleasure.
I'm gonna represent (!) on this Thursday ladies & gents. *bows* *throws chains around my neck* MIA Style!!
I will resist the temptation to given into defeat.
I will not allow myself to succumb to any chaotic disturbance.
I will rock & handle this as cool calm & collected & throw in conceded for added pleasure.
I'm gonna represent (!) on this Thursday ladies & gents. *bows* *throws chains around my neck* MIA Style!!
Monday, March 11, 2013
I can fit
I can fit within.
There takes a strength I've never had before.
One I've ignored.
I called upon this strength in the most inevitable moments and survived.
Today.
Today I felt that strength. strength.
I can remember this when I lose faith.
There takes a strength I've never had before.
One I've ignored.
I called upon this strength in the most inevitable moments and survived.
Today.
Today I felt that strength. strength.
I can remember this when I lose faith.
Friday, March 8, 2013
He asked me where...
He asked me where apartment 202 was, in his suit of armor on this cold Denver Friday night. As I pointed to venture through the corridor, I held my tongue to take me with him.
Cheers,
Cheers,
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
That one moment
That one moment when I question my career and my love life and my friends and my social arrangements ..... comes the text.
Nevermind the over analytical paralysis I'm facing.
*grins*
Nevermind the over analytical paralysis I'm facing.
*grins*
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
More Importantly remember to be classy and sassy
There was a woman I knew who made herself a career. She was a mother. She was a friend. She was Classy. She was indulgent. She was out spoken. She was decisive. She looked out for others. She was a mother to all. She didn't find fault. She was strong. She was the cause and effect to a cancer. We cherish her in our separate ways. Another person who has left, who I would have liked to have known more over cocktails and music. RIP Lady Diane.
Distraction by purification
There is a belief in distraction. What is the true distraction where intent is involved. My belief is solace in first thought. That first thought didn't come, but action did. So I clean. I clean when I think and miss him.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
the great moment had come
pushed by time and pressured by age, I took my muse off his pedestal and realized 10 years dreaming was keeping me from reality. Loving too much of dreams, I had kept the pedestal high and read how I could keep him above all rest. But he wasn't here, he was not with me. This makes the difference in romance and reality. Why has it taken me this long to linger. I'm a fool. Usually, I would adore this feeling, but stalking isn't healthy. I digress. I hate my mind's eye. Wishing and dreaming and remembering I'm too young to give in to pedestals.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
The smell of it all
The luxury of today's topic, living on the top floor and the fumes that come with it.
There are plenty of distractions in today's life that will allow me to refrain from harming a human being. When it comes to my temple, I get the rights to mind fuck this individual. The neighbor below insists of an infestation. MothBalls to the rescue. Little did psycho senior know she would effect the aroma of my temple, my home, my one peaceful living space. There's no doubting the singing at 7 am on Sundays was annoying. Or better yet, the comments of her current living comparable to living on Colfax. To top it all off was the reaction when I complained to Property Management. The dissertation she presented was enlightening.
Needless to say, when I am 75 years old, I will plan on living in assisted living, rather than a middle apartment complaining to the bitch that lives above me about how bugs bite (do you want to see my scars), my homophobia, the need to point out drug fiends, how I'm 75 and need to get my life in order instead of worrying about where I put the mothballs. Oh, and I sleep on 3 folding chairs, since I had to through out my bed.
I will not be that 75 year old. I will rant now to the masses of how this psycho senior destroyed a night of sleep. I will admit I am calm, now with my cleaning supplies and air fresheners. How this encounter taught me to work hard and play harder so I don't end up alone in a one bedroom apartment singing about carpet beetles until 4 in the morning. More significant than all the rest, I better get my shit together now, rather than waiting 42 years and blame bug bites.
Too afraid to grow up, never old enough to give a fuck.
There are plenty of distractions in today's life that will allow me to refrain from harming a human being. When it comes to my temple, I get the rights to mind fuck this individual. The neighbor below insists of an infestation. MothBalls to the rescue. Little did psycho senior know she would effect the aroma of my temple, my home, my one peaceful living space. There's no doubting the singing at 7 am on Sundays was annoying. Or better yet, the comments of her current living comparable to living on Colfax. To top it all off was the reaction when I complained to Property Management. The dissertation she presented was enlightening.
Needless to say, when I am 75 years old, I will plan on living in assisted living, rather than a middle apartment complaining to the bitch that lives above me about how bugs bite (do you want to see my scars), my homophobia, the need to point out drug fiends, how I'm 75 and need to get my life in order instead of worrying about where I put the mothballs. Oh, and I sleep on 3 folding chairs, since I had to through out my bed.
I will not be that 75 year old. I will rant now to the masses of how this psycho senior destroyed a night of sleep. I will admit I am calm, now with my cleaning supplies and air fresheners. How this encounter taught me to work hard and play harder so I don't end up alone in a one bedroom apartment singing about carpet beetles until 4 in the morning. More significant than all the rest, I better get my shit together now, rather than waiting 42 years and blame bug bites.
Too afraid to grow up, never old enough to give a fuck.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
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