makes you want to move your dancin’ feet.

here are a few things that make it OK to continue existing-

1.) Bicycles. There is truely no feeling like riding one. If you haven’t got one, maybe check Craigslist at your nearest convinience.

2.) The moon. When I was driving home last night, I was truely amazed by it. It’s this huge mass that is so in love with the Earth, that it spends all it’s time spinning around it. And it’s so complementary to the sun, that even in the night, it relfects light back to us. It’s really a great relationship, if you think about it.

3.) Indiana. This dog continues to amaze me. He learns new tricks in a matter of days,  never strays too far from my sight, and is so loving i can hardly stand it. The other thing i love about him is how much joy he brings to OTHER people. Today we walked down to the store, and every person we passed instantly radiated. He’s very adorable (of course) but he also really lives up to his second name- Sunshine!

I think I might finally be on the up-swing.

But the depth of your feelings, which is both your charm and your torment, prevented you, adorable woman that you are, from realizing the falsity of our future position.

when first we read it, everyone hated madame bovary.

yet i continually find myself coming back to it.

i’m unsure what to make of this. except that i am being indocrinated into the cult of literature and a love of language.

today, the sun was shining. it made everything feel warm, even if the ground was frozen.

also, i’ve officially turned into my grandfather- i love v8. but here is the great thing about that delightful veggie puree in a can- it has no nasty preservatives, and no corn syrup, and is only 80 calories per can.

the message here is: slim-fast is nasty, v8 is awesome. i’m going on the v8 diet.

v8 and apples. and cuties. and yogurt.

i miss my family. just thought i’d put that out there.

and now, a message to doctors, scientists, and other educated jerk-offs-

seriously. get this shit straight. what the hell.

sure, you make great-tasting genetically modified cereal, and pharmaceuticals that get college kids high without feeling like they are actually doing something wrong. and yeah, you figured out a couple of ways to make people living with diseases more “comfortable”- but really? people are dead and dying, every minute of every day. important, sweet, wonderful people. people who have made something of themselves, and of other people. people who are the product of a system that does *sometimes* work. people who are loved and love. these people, who have lived mostly healthy lives, who have children, spouses, and friends, are being eaten alive by cells on a mission that makes less sense than opperation iraqi freedom- and there’s nothing you can do to actually put a stop to it?

fucking get your shit together. stop spending money printing pink ribbons on carcinogenic water bottles and yogurt lids and t-shirts made by children with broken fingers and FIND A CURE. i know it’s more lucrative to have people on life-supporting drugs and toxic drips, but you’re slowly killing the goose that lays the cancerous eggs with chemo and radiation. you can breed a multi-million dollar pet but you can’t cure cancer? come on. step it up. we all depend on your lazy lab-coated selves. let’s move it along, here.

fuck.

what a stupid fucking word.

i’m so not sold on this whole life thing, today.

but you know what thoreau said…

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.

ouch!

every now and then, life just bitchslaps you.  and it’s not always in a mean way, perse, but more in a way to jolt you awake and say hey! remember who you are!

learn your place, little girl.

but then sometimes it gives you a big hug. or a massage from a sketchy dude you don’t know.  which is strange?

i had a lovely time last night, mostly. so glad that paige came. we had a very delightful series of conversations and several breakthroughs. about summitting mt. everest and other equally important issues.

i miss zachary. i wish he could be comfortable here.

but now i’m taking the boy (dogs) to the park, before the sun runs away behind those looming december clouds.

p.s. have you checked my mom’s journal yet?