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spaces

0 comments | Friday, September 26, 2008

Always dreaming about big houses...big places where people live. Not necessarily where I live. Not necessarily a house. It could be that I am always searching for something, maybe it was lost, maybe I just like hunting around...but I am ALWAYS looking for something. There's people in these big places constantly. Just hanging out, lolly-gagging. 
Whatever.
Sometimes these dreams can be combined with the peeing dreams. 
Maybe one day I'll find what I'm looking for ... and I'll have emptied my bladder at an appropriate time. :) But it's weird, because since my search and rescue days I have always peed when I had the chance...cuz you never know when you'll be able to again and where it will be.
I am always aware of this empty space. It surrounds me. Maybe that's what I've been missing. The spaces around me. And I can never find them because I'm always chasing what I think it is. 

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salt that you can SEE

0 comments | Saturday, September 20, 2008

I'd hate to be a fire ranger. Waaaaay up there. Middle of nowhere. Leave maybe every two months. Nothing around for miles.
I'd suck at that job. I'd be too distracted.
After the trip back from the city/town/gas station, with groceries in hand I'd tell myself to ration everything out. Be good!
But I'd always nosh the snacks first.
I'd eat the snacks first, then be all pissed that the fruits and vegge are all spoiled because I didn't eat them fast enough. Then all I'd be left with are cans. Can soup. Canned chili. FUCK!
I'd make a crap fire ranger because all I'd be able to think about is salty snacks. And that I still had six weeks left in the rotation.

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0 comments | Friday, September 19, 2008

Crap! Things are royally sucking right now.


If I don't get a job in the next week I'm going to become a prostitute.

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0 comments | Monday, September 15, 2008

If there is one thing I hate more than babies (meaning grown-ups being babies, not the little helpful infants...although I'm not particularly fond of them either), it's cowards.

I know the last few days have seemed to be themed. Well, they are. Dammit!

Awwww fuck it. I'm done with it! said the girl drinking wine.

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0 comments | Sunday, September 14, 2008

learning about chemical warfare nerve agents right now...
I wonder where one purchases such volatile, nasty little substances...

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i don't know why they don't like it

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NEXT!

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0 comments | Thursday, September 11, 2008

I bumble along quite well when I am not involved/in like/enraptured. Quite! I am focused and driven and get things done and never wonder about things that are out of my control...because they are OUT OF MY CONTROL.

But toss a fella into the arena and dammit! It's like throwing a cap made of gossamer over my head and saying: Continue.

I give great advice. To people. To other people. Not me.

It's a fantastic buzz though. That high. I love it. But it distracts the frick out of me! S

I like the injection of those buzzes. So, I'll just wait. And be unfocused, neurotic and unpredictable. And pounce on him (the good kind) as soon as he is near. Go Team Girl!

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