Wow, talk about insomnia; not to say I don’t enjoy being awake at the bloody crack of dawn. But, and extra added bonus: my eye will not stop twitching. It’s been doing this for 3 weeks off and on. It’s super noticeable. I’m just going to say my eyeball wants to dance. I guess.

I’m hoping that all these words are correct. I’ve just put one of those eye gel masks on my face. Maybe freezing the eye muscles to death will get the twitching to stop? And me being the bright self that I am, decided that some aromatherapy would be good too. Got a little sweet orange oil going on..Hey, it’s supposed to energize me, and since i’ve been up for two fricking hours and have a full day of work ahead of me, I’m going to need all the energy one can summon.

Perfect. This blog makes sense. (I just took the eye mask off my face and tadoww, the words are readable. I had my hands on the right keys, after all.)

Well, I may never sleep good again. I’m too excited. Sunshine (in it’s rarest form) has hit the OP (Olympic Peninsula). It’s so good to live in a small city and see people out. I know, I know, weird topic. But I’m glad to see commerce is alive and well in Port Angeles. Spend your money, dudes, I don’t want to live in a ghost town. Lauren thinks it’s funny to see “tourists” here to see/ visit the National Park. Yeah… I remember being a kid and taking all my out of town family up to the park. I could never figure out what the big deal was either. Yes trees, yes moss, yes trails. This was just my backyard. Nothing spectacular about that..But, someday she’ll appreciate it. Just like when I pulled my head out of my a$$ and saw how beautiful it really was here, too. (i.e. about 15 years later.)

Ok, all that I’ve accomplished while wearing this “soothing” (read: f*cking cold eye mask) is squishing my eyeballs so far back in their ocular cavities, that now everything is blurry. I have a feeling my makeup is going to look “great” today…..

Ok. Well, I suppose if I hop in the shower NOW, I might actually make it to work on time………………..yay…it’s Monday…..fun day.

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I like the advertisement that says “Definitely, we can also imagine unicorns.”

I think this is probably my favorite classy lady. She is the woman I named my daughter after.

I think I was born 40 years too late. Seems like growing up in the forties would’ve been the cat’s meow.

carlovely:

too soon?

lol

there are no other options

(via hiddenbeat)

I don’t want to wonder
If this is a blunder
I don’t want to worry whether
We’re gonna stay together
‘Till we die

I don’t want to jump in
Unless this music’s thumping
All the dishes rattle in the cupboards
When the elephants arrive

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you
Love you madly

I don’t want to fake it
I just want to make it
The ornaments look pretty
But they’re pulling down the branches
Of the Tree

I don’t want to think about it
I don’t want to talk about it
When I kiss your lips
I want to sink down to the bottom
Of the sea

I want to love you madly
I want to love you now, yeah
I want to love you madly, way
I want to love you, love you
Love you madly

I don’t want to hold back
I don’t want to slip down
I don’t want to think back to the one thing that I know I
Should have done

I don’t want to doubt you
Know everything about you
I don’t want to sit across the table from you
Wishing I could run
http://youtu.be/2uwjsG0cRf0

Do you ever get tired of your own negativity? Do you ever think to yourself that you complain so much, a lot of it in jest; but still the general principle is it’s a complaint, nonetheless. Do you ever wonder if all the joking is too much and there is a possibility that it drives people away? That’s how I feel right now. I’m sick of myself and i’m driving myself away from me.

Maybe I’m a little too “woe is me” all the time? It just amazes me though, how truly assinine things happen to me. The instances are very ironic, just this week alone. Anyhow, I looked at all these pictures taken last weekend with my kids as we had adventure time. The adventure was well worth it and we made good memories, of course. Unfortunately, the next day and the pollen was a different story. All of us were wiped out and laden with the sneezy sneezies. So, I look at all these pictures and they just affirm all my personal insecurities. Bleh. I hate pictures. It’s not the picture’s fault. It’s the subject in the picture, right? I didn’t know it was possible to have 4 chins on one face. It’s possible. I just counted. Maybe I can just strap rubber bands from one ear to the back of my other ear for a virtual necklift, rather. (It could work.??)

I know I should be sleeping. I don’t want to. My mind is just too busy thinking of a lot of other things right now. Have you ever been so obsessed with more than one thing? Your mind just jumps from one thing to the next and back to the other.

I have an idea of what my life should look like and what I would do. Then I think about it for a minute and realize there are some very incomplete parts. I don’t like that part of life where I possess no control over the future. I guess I reason with myself that those incomplete parts are only due to the fact that I can’t control the people responsible. It’s all up to them.

All I know is I don’t want to be alone without a partner in life. That doesn’t mean I plan on settling for just anything to fill that void. I’m perfectly capable of being alone- hello- waving hand, been doing that. Just seems like it shouldn’t be so hard to have that fateful moment i’ve been meaning to have with that one person where we get to know each other and things just fall into place. But, who knows when or if or who it will happen with. All I know, is it’s never the ones you want, right? I have this picture in my mind and i’m not going to let it go. Gee, I feel a little bit like Emily Dickinson, minus the gifted poet part.

And so tomorrow morning will come. I will reach the curb, look both ways and cross in my usual manner and when I don’t see what i’m looking for my heart will sink, just a little bit like it does every day.

So I come upon a song with guts and entrails in it and it has this punch and it makes me furl my lip and feel all punk and think “screw it, dude” and then i’m fine and then I think of all these little irritating nuances that irk me about everybody and anything and it just makes me feel like who wants to bother with idiots, anyway? Idiots. All of ‘em.

It’s no coincidence that MEN is in the word mental.