S.O.C.K.S. still Applies

More than a month later, I read my last journal entry and blearily thought to myself that I should just cut and paste it, because more or less, nothing has changed.

Maybe the socks part.  Es o si que es. It is what it is. 

What it is happens to be sad.

I miss my sister.

It is difficult to stay positive in the face of knowing for fact without a doubt the one who loved you most and made you feel special is dead.

And the the wolves circle my carcass waiting.

Howling they told me so.

Getting that Socks and Duct Tape Urge

Its a new year, and I have ONE huge item on my list of things to do:  CLEAN.

I have problems with having too much dirt in my life and really have attempted the monumental task of filter cleaning, pH testing, closet cleaning, reorganization, feng Sui, holistic thinking, Karma, broom and dust pan, mopping, sweeping, lathering, soaping, scrubbing, soaking, stain treatment, gluing, positive reinforcement.. hell. anything that made life easier for the people I love most when being around me.  I can't deny it. I really want socks and duct tape as accessories because I'm sure to hear much bull from  'unfriending' a bunch of people that really are not my friends and even though they claim are my family, do not fit my description of such.  I decided Facebook is getting an overhaul and too many people can attempt to compensate for sorry lives by pushing buttons they think I possess.

The sad thing is, if they knew me, they'd see what a futile venture such an act entailed.  I kind of maniacally giggle that some people have such grandiose ideas of how I operate.  The giggling then leads to a nauseated feeling because at some point above mentioned buttons existed. 

Last night was unfriending Family and a few people from the past.

Next on to people with overinflated confidence in the idea I feel intimidated by petty comments meant to insult my intelligence.

I know sarcasm and malevolence definitely point to looking hypocritical, however, I never said I was not above reproach.

Words of caution: My husband thinks I'm a grenade, my nickname is Maleficent and my low center of gravity may come into play if you insult my husband, my child or world peace.

Oh yes, and anyone claiming to be related to me AND wishes to file a formal complaint in the saga of: 'How >>> ruined my Life by existing' take a number and customer service will promptly tell you to Fuck Yourself if you press one and Eat Shit if you press two.  All other complaints, see my parents for assistance, as support is not offered for your line of Bullshit and is not compatible with my current operating system.

Wow, socks and duct tape have been replaced with Windows 7,  who knew?

So fling your poo now.

You know what

I am tired of being the think tank.

I'd rather be driving a tank.

Push 10 mph on that bfi dumpster=

So a different employee has his car in the driveway and that causes much confusion,

When I say to John... technically I am fucking him too.  Didn't you have your R in your hands when Dick called the other day??

HAHAHAH

My Room

I am going to spin tomorrow to celebrate my friend helping clean the shit out of the bat cave.  She has no idea of my music  Very few people I know do.

But:  You are so Quiet by Aguagen is on my mind.

and Insomnia by Faithless

Firewire

and my soul needs to hear
BTs Mercury and Solace, Rythmn's a drug and Imagine.

And so Amy doesnt blow a fuse not knowing the music I'll throw in some DJX remixing the Outfield.

but I really want to flip her noodles with a few dirty ditties too.

yes!

Suddenly I get the Urge to Ask

Hey rest of the populace I love, I'm bent over, so why don't you just get that over and done with?