Cribbity-Crib

My weight is an issue. There. I said it. I hate the rolls of flab, the feeling of disgust that creeps in when I can't find a thing in my cupboard that will fit well and the after effects. I would never want to be skinny (and give up eating altogether? No WAY!) but yes, burning that fat would make me feel lighter... inside and outside. May I be blessed with magical self control. Hfff!

Whatever!

So the feeling lingers... right there...yeah, there. It's sickening. Makes me want to barf. But all that will probably come out is bile... in deep dark green. I don't feel this way or that. Just incredibly unsociable. I walk around like a zombie. The slightest thing irritates me and nope, it isn't the regular physiological occurence. I don't want to be noticed. I don't want to reach out to anybody. I don't want to care about anyone else. Just want to live in my little space where I decide who comes in. I know I'm sweating the small stuff.. the really, really, REALLY small stuff but maybe that is what is generating the toxic content.

Need to take some time off...

I feel like a block of wood

How I wish it was like this...

At least...

:)

Thanks to a very cool person I know, I now own every Simon and Garfunkel song ever recorded.

"Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile."

This... stirred something inside...

*snap*

Hunt for life as it flows...

The song in the last scene gets a double thumbs up from me!

Thank you...

...Because you...

...make me laugh and find humour in everything I tell you, totally get music by The Moldy Peaches, call me and play Vincent and Come Away with Me when I least expect it, have a calming effect on the insanity I bring with me, have conversations with me about almost everything under the sun... right from mixing art with education to the importance of natural light and why I should name my guitar "Button", allow me to let off steam every now and then, don't make a big deal when I don't talk to you, give me very thoughtful all-occasions-rolled-in-one gifts, understand that there are very few things that actually count in my world and that is completely okay...

In my "smoked" voice I'd like to say -

The journey from God to Tom has been wonderful.