No Commitment Cynical Reading Entertainment: This little cartoon from Chickweed Lane reminds m...

No Commitment Cynical Reading Entertainment: This little cartoon from Chickweed Lane reminds m...: This little cartoon from Chickweed Lane reminds me of Lewis.  World, I shake my fist at the person that took my pirate cat, my feline Vali...

This little cartoon from Chickweed Lane reminds me of Lewis.  World, I shake my fist at the person that took my pirate cat, my feline Valium, my reminder that maturity is a choice.  My daughter also would add she liked being number two on the list of 'What's My Crime?'  Lewis was special not because of how he looked, which was remarkable, but for his personality, which was so unpredictable.  I once caught him carrying a prescription bottle of Valium down my hallway; he was running because I heard him rattling the pills.  Only my cat.

Something Close to Nothing, just ask Prince, he can fill in the gaps

Upon second thought, there is a place no one should leave through the in door.  It is geographically located on Highway 68, and is the Highway Entrance to Taco Bell/Pizza Hut right before I-40.  Oh sure, absolutely ENTER to purchase junk food, but NEVER leave thinking to avoid a light.  If you need proof, please go try it.  Then use my number system to cuss me out.  Option three is the best:  call my parental units for customer service and have fun with that.

Alright, today started out really shitty, then the miracle of Dr. Mu, goddess of the needles set to work and right now, I want to do that cool NFL dance and slam some pig skin down on a manicured football field.  After the initial feeling of utter drainage wears off, my body simply rejoices!  I cannot tell a person enough that answers to most any ill or negativity really can be managed and sometimes cured with your own mind and body.  I have realized I simply need the correct person to set me on that path to seeing that Hey, the forest is just fine, but you know, why don't you just be the Tree?  That translates into:  focus on inside yourself and the answers can be located in the positive aspects of just being a tree.  Forest be damned. 

I can picture my voodoo doctor right now telling me that this feeling is mania.  Thank Dr. K, I really am so grateful to know happiness is actually mania.  I bet there's pill for that, didn't one of your assistants say so?  Oh, I know, that's just plain cynical, because in fact, yesterday I did see Dr. K, Voodoo lady, and it turns out we had a really good session because I decided to start taking more control by expressing myself.  Behold the light of language, for once in a very long time, I believe she earned the ridiculous amount she costs.  Trying to get me to see her partner lost some brownie points because the bondage of Hipaa wouldn't apply here, since my files are conveniently in the same office, and on principle, I'm against that.  Plus, my inner me does not want my psychologist sharing rental space with my voodoo lady.  I might come up over the watering hole, and somehow Hipaa again would be forgotten and I'd never know.  That feels like a wedgie of the worst kind... one everyone but me would see.. oh but I would feel and not have any way to dislodge that from my ass.  What a horrible mental picture.  Let me get back to Dr. K on a better note.. I might start calling her a Doctor if she keeps this positive going.  However, I'm hoping that acupuncture will dispel my needs for her services at some point.  I am not hugging trees or wearing those detestable shoes, but I prefer a holistic approach to the temple of my body and mind.  I don't know if this has evolved from age or I fell and cracked my head, but experience with the world of doctors leads me to believe the truth is out there.  Truth in common language that can be afforded by all, and Obama didn't subsidize any part of it.  This is my utopia, OK people, so I may be all sides of the fence, but please don't lecture me on politics because of a small joke.

Seventeen minutes ago was a good day.  Today is beginning to look good too.  I hope everyone I care about has a great day too, because I love them.

The Point: One Sucks Major Noogies

I just realized how many journals I really have saved and how much sifting I am going to have to do to really get anything of use to distill itself into something that has some sort of point.  Oh how realizing the point is actually finding one sucks major noogies.

Twiddling has Consequences

I ddecided to play with my blog the other day and you know, I really should have left that alone.  I now definitely have a copy of my crap saved to never repeat such an incident.

And I really hope that copyright thing at the bottom means something.

I like blogging and need a place that is mine.  I guess I should consider getting my own page at some point. But I definitely would have lots of movies and books and other people to quote for one liners that just float my boat...

I'm striving towards something I actually wish I could identify.  It will come to me.