and from the depths rise the giggling squirrels...
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Monday, August 13, 2001 i hate everyone and everything.
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Wednesday, August 01, 2001 could I possibly have any more stuff to do?? Christ!! And to think, I get myself into it!!! Sheesh.
being in a pissy mood and trying to still put out good karma is tough, but then it bounces back and things look brighter.
I just get depressed sometimes. One of the things that brings me down is this blog. There is/was so much I wanted to do here, yet every day more wasted potential because of things I have to do, or want to do, or need to do that isn't this. and oh, yeah: AOL drives me NUTS!
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Tuesday, July 31, 2001 Man, what a difference a month makes. Just read that post last made. Feh. I could care less if that little bit dried up and blew away like so many dust particles. sometimes I think the only thing holding me here (other than no cash) is everyone telling me" oh, you don't mean that' and 'you know things will get better"
yeah, yeah, things will get better. things will get better and then get worse, then get better again. I have had enough. I am beginning to think I would like a mate with a karmic connection, or nothing at all.

Ah, who am I kidding, anyway. I am in no age or shape to find anything like that. I'm stuck here. I can't just pick up and go experience the world, or anything like that. Put down too many goddamn roots and now they are choking me.
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Monday, June 18, 2001 hey all. Look ma, still no graphics. perhaps later tonight? we shall see.
since my computer decided to give me webaccess today, i did some blog reading... found a nice piece by Shana, guesting on Chris's blog on Friday, June 15, 2001.
she said something that I had heard before, about a Pete Townshend song...and I have also always found it to be true. The song is "A little is enough" and while I really do not like the melody or beat, the lyrics are nice, and it's based on that whole thing: "I'm not sure my wife loves me anymore." "Well, surely she still likes you, right?" "Well, yeah, maybe a little" "Well, sometimes a little is enough"
all I know is that sometimes a little is all you need. Kept me from divorcing a year and a half ago. right now things between Wayne and I are really sweet. But it won't always be like that, try as we might.
So if I had to wish for one magikal gift, i wish that there will always be that little bit. we can do the rest of the work from there.

Mundane news: boy was i sick on friday. all montly horror hormones and stuff. ick. Laid on the sofa and did not move for 6 hours, then went to bed. (that's pretty rare, people)
We moved oldest child into the attic, brought back bunkbeds from basement for younger two. everyone is very very happy.
I have a lot of housework, webwork, artwork to do....
thinking that my butt needs to get out and party this friday....(evil grin)

Things are kicking up again, or re-charging... interesting days ahead.
blessed be, all
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Wednesday, June 06, 2001 well, well, well. It certainly took long enough for this window to get up. I feel like I am working with a 90 year old man.
anyway-- thanks to the generosity and genius of Deb, this blog is moved. Where did it go? Well, rumor has it I have space at freeservers and that someday I will get off my butt and actually have a site thar. Or at least some graphics on this blog, anyway.
blessed be, all.
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Sunday, May 27, 2001 it was so long ago
but the memory is still clear
how you charmed my soul
i miss you, dear

where have you gone
will i see you again
why must there be
goodbye

and you
with the devilish grin
stealing my smoke
getting under my skin

and i miss you
time whirled us apart
why must there be
goodbye

just like the one you pass on the street
not a word
not a word
yet your eyes still meet
and for a moment they reach
down into my soul
but will i see you again
why must there be
goodbye
i need to know why

we traded stares
not so long ago
we met - you left
and i'll never know
please don't you go

where have you gone
i need to see you again
why must there be
goodbye
i need to know why
goodbye


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Thursday, May 24, 2001 Anyone know the quote i am thinking of?
It goes something like
If we put the energy into hating something so much,
eventually we become the thing we hate...

or something like that.

beauty is in the giving
the live and let living
free your mind
free your heart
erase the marks against you
then forget they were ever made
make your peace
and stand by your words
cause if they are only on your lips
they are not in your heart
be strong enough to lay down your weapons
and pick up your teacups
don't fling meaningless scones at each other.

man, is it nice out here today. Got work to do, off i go.


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