question for the ages

If you have more money than brains, spend a half a million dollars for a shoddy built McMansion in a low laying flood prone area on the beach. Then a hurricane (wimpy at that) comes along and trashes the place. Do you really have the right to bitch?

Though I pity them, I'm probably just being insensitive....

like

Blah..Blah…blah…blah……her mouth was moving, in a very cute way, but the words were not making sense. Well at least not all the words. And there seemed to be a lot of repetition, “like”, “you know”, “uh”. “ "Like, I could not believe he said that right to me, you know. It was like, awesome, uh (try to regain thought here) "so, like, now I am the Director of Customer Assessment and I working, like, right with him (Mr. Old Fat Lecherous Pig), you know, a direct report”. That’s fantastic Kaitlyn, congratulations. What exactly is the role of Director of Customer Assessment? “Well, like, Mr (Old Fat Lecherous Pig) said that is still adaptable, but, you know, we are going to work that out together”. Yea I figured (girl you need to wake up) as much, Mr. (Old Fat Lecherous Pig) has been known as a very hands on VP. I’m sure that he’s going to take you under his wing for some personal training. “I know, can you believe it, this is like my luckiest day. I think I can really make a difference here (shut up, you did not just say that), I think this is like going to get me ahead”. I’m sure it probably will (in one way or another), but you should think about where that may take you. “Well, like, anything but this admin job would be better, uh (insert new thought here), is today Friday?" Yes it is. “Cool, then you wanta meet me for drinks later? I’m going to call some friends and go out to celebrate.” Sure (I don’t know if I would call it a celebration), when and where? “How about after 6 at (the drunk chic clearing house), I wanta first, like, change my skirt”. Skirt, oh, I thought that was a belt. “You are so silly, I’ll see you later”.




"I don’t think that would be a good idea”, said Mother. Mother, sorry, didn’t see you standing there listening to my conversation. “You know I always am”. Yes, but that is wrong, feeding her to that Old Pig. She’s just a kid, he’s going totally ruin her. You know he will only make her into his lap bitch. And I mean that in the worst way. "Kid? I think someone is feeling old and jealous”, Teased Mother. “Besides Mr. OFLP still has a use to us, at least for a couple more years. So for now, we will reward him with this token of our appreciation”. So you’re sacrificing and condemning her to sodomy, so that you can get some numbers crunched. “Think of it as training”, Mother lectured.” After a couple of years she will be hooked on the pay and she will be willing to do anything for us to get out of that dead end job. I will make that bitch mine. But you know all this, it’s the same hook we have in you”. Cold as crack, Mother. “Yes” said Mother,” and you will be working late at the satellite location tonight, so you WILL NOT have the time to see Kaitlyn. I will not have you delay this like you did with zombie 1 and 2" . Yes Mother, I’m a good corporate whore.

time traveling again

As the sun broke the horizon, the fog hung about the hardwood green hills as a lace shawl lightly thrown over a bare shoulder. Summer, like stream water, seems to be slipping through my fingers. They are going to try to make a new Blade Runner, sequel or pre-sequel, and the start of school is just around the corner. Not that any of that matters, well not really. But then again, even Quarks matter, mater to particle physics. Which is all just too cosmic for me today. You begin to feel time eak away, days drag on and the months scream by. Then, there on the breeze comes a leaf, yellowed and spotted with red. Slowly falling to land on the velvety summer lawn at your feet and you wonder what September will bring. I hit the re-wind button and the leaf jumps off the ground and melodically floats up to it’s branch. September can bring that another day. Today the sun has subdued the voices, chasten the ghosts, and legitimize my reflection. I rescind time travel and for once, engross in the moment.



But that too is now gone and the moment moves on.

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understanding

Ah… my little blogosphere.  I’m happy to see you.  Please sit, can I get you something to drink? Maybe a wine?  Yea we need to talk. No, no…you have done nothing wrong. You are so right in so many ways. It’s me. I, I have …issues. When we first got together, it was magical. I couldn’t stop looking at you. And what, two, sometime three time a day. You were great. It’s just lately, I don’t know, something seems missing. You don’t seem to be all there for me. You know what I mean? I know, I know…you never promised me…devotion. I knew when we meet that it was all about the immediate gratification. Oh, and I still love all the ways you do it. You are so good. You bring me to places I never been before...and  I have said and done some things that I never thought I would. We both know how you can get me going. Oh, and trust me, you are way better at ego masturbation than anyone else.  I know you worry about that part, but you are. My ego is very happy. Please..no..no…don’t cry. I still want you, and I don’t want you to leave. It’s just that…. my ex is back. Hey, now let’s not get vicious. I know she’s a lot of things, but let’s just refer to her with her real name, “Reality”, OK. I know, Reality is very demanding, and she is quite needy.  But there’s something about her that I just can’t shake. I wish that I could just stay here with you, living the fantasies, being the dream, exploding like fireworks. But Reality has once again come around. I feel that I owe her. Yes, I know, what has she ever done for me.  She does bring pain and aggravation. But when you and I got together, my beautiful little blogosphere, you knew that she was always going to be a part of my life. I don’t know, which is probably the whole problem. I don’t know what I truly want. I do know that I don’t want to loose you, and I know that I want the two of us to continue doing this thing. So I guess what I am saying, my Blogosphere, is that if you don’t mind Reality being around and occasionally drawing me away for awhile, then we can still work at this relationship.  I know it’s asking a lot, and if I didn’t care so much for you I wouldn’t. Please give me a chance, I will work this out. All I ask is for some understanding.  

You can do anything you put your mind to.....

Why no writing, no phone calls, no emails, no photos, no art. “You don’t bring me flowers, anymore”.

Too many voices, too many demands, too many hopes and dreams shattered on a daily basis. I’m tired of talking to myself and I’m tired of listening. Shit, this is not what I want to be doing, not where I want to be. The harder I try the worse off I am. It has become blatantly obvious, blatantly, definitely it is me. Or is that, “it is I”. SICK. I am digging my own grave.

Lonely (too corny )

Depressed (overused)

I should get a Facebook account.





                  ...and it will take you anywhere you want to go.