There has been a lot of change occurring in my life as of late. Usually, merely thinking of those six letters put together is enough to keep me up at night and even make me throw up a little. But I have found myself persisting, and yes, even thriving on my own. As in all things, I must give God the glory. But I'd also like to think that my being surrounded by wonderful people, eating fabulous food and listening to brilliant music has had a lot to do with my successful thrivingness (I'm not in the mood-for once-to use a thesaurus).
I realize that I'm being quite vague, and I'm OK with that for now. So vague I will stay. Plus I realize that things are still settling, thus the change-cycle continueth. But I suppose that if you're just dying to know what shampoo I have switched to or what brand of socks I am now wearing, feel free to inquire within. And also feel free to send prayers my way. That is a constant that I will daily-and nightly-welcome.
I scraped my knees when I was praying And found a demon in my safest haven Seems like it's getting harder to believe in anything And just to get lost in all my selfish thoughts
I wanna know what it'd be like To find perfection in my pride To see nothing in the light
But turn it off In all my spite In all my spite I'll turn it off
And the worst part is Before it gets any better We're heading for a cliff And in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom
The tragedy it seems unending I'm watching everyone I looked up to break and bending We're taking short cuts and false solutions Just to come out the hero
Well I can see behind the curtain The world's cranking, turning, so wrong the way we're working Towards a goal, that's nonexistent It's nonexistent, but we just keep believing
And the worst part is Before it gets any better We're heading for a cliff And in the free fall I will realize I'm better off when I hit the bottom
I wanna know what it'll be like To find perfection in my pride To see nothing in the light But turn it off In all my spite In all my spite
I have now added pigeons to the "animals that I detest" list, which quite saddens me, as I have had an odd fondness of the looked-down-upon "flying rats." But that fondness has now been shattered as one just defecated on me whilst I was parking my scooter at work.
Initially I failed to comprehend what just happened; I heard a splat, felt a warm wetness on random parts of my arms, legs and hands, and started to smell quite possibly one of the worst smelling odors. But as I looked around it was made clear as mud what had taken place. There he was - directly above me, hanging out on a pipe. It's as if he was just waiting for me to pull in. And I swear he had a smirk on his smug, little, beaked face as I cursed him to be the next meal served at the UGM.
Nevertheless, I have had a pleasant morning so far, and I am determined not to let a little poo put a damper on things. If you'll excuse me, I have the sudden urge to wash my arm for the 92nd time.
Again, someone posted this on a forum that I'm frequently on. I have no idear what the song is about (as it is in Georgian), but the music and video are absolutely gorgeous. If anyone can tralsate, feel free to do so.
I've been on a Brooke Fraser kick for a while now, and it all became complete tonight as I met the nicest fella who happens to be visiting from New Zealand. So I figured I'd give a little shout out to the Kiwis with one of the most brilliant songs that I've ever had the pleasure of hearing.
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy, I can only conclude that I was not made for here If the felsh that I fight is at best only light and momentary, then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn Mercy comes with the morning I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just found, on the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive 'Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
For we, we are not long here Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know You Hope is coming for me Hope, He's coming
Have you ever had one of those days when you're driving and your wheel just pops off your car? I'm not speaking metaphorically here folks. This literally happened to me yesterday. Luckily I was just attempting to pull out of the grocery store parking lot and barely inched towards oncoming traffic as my car did this wibbly-wobbly-wonky motion and then proceded to sink towards the ground with a nice thunk noise. For a second I thought it was transforming into a robot, but then I crazily realized that, "My wheel just popped off...$%#@!?"
It doesn't look that impressive from this angle, but the wheel is literally holding the car up. If it had budged anymore, my car would have been kissing the asphalt.
This little bugger is the culprit. I hear these things rarely break. Don't I feel special.
The craziest nicest man in a tow truck just happened to be leaving Safeway as all of this happened. He gladly agreed to give me a tow (after finding out that he took my insurance) and instructed me to use the levers that pulled the car up while he guided the car with a jack. "Just push that one." Um, OK. He was a great guy, though. A big, fat shout-out to Art's Affordable Towing.
So I am out yet another good couple hundred dizzles. I really am trying not to focus on the monetary aspect of it, and concentrate on the fact that I wasn't on the freeway or in the middle of downtown when all of this went down. *staypositive* I am, however, slightly bummed that the passenger side fender wasn't ruined. I was kinda looking forward to getting another black one to match the other side, thus completely the ghettofabulousness of my ride. Guess there's always tomorrow. *fingerscrossed*
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