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June 18, 2013 · 8:06 AM

Tonight, we dine in Hell. Or Torchy’s. Whichever.

I feel…I don’t know.

Out of sorts, bitchy?
Like something is very awry.
Impending doom.

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Just a matter of time…

I am for the most part, very happy. Things are ongoing in my life that are full of awesome; there is a sense of a shell being stripped off and discarded. A recognition of needs and wants that I have suppressed due to a fear of…

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Ha, ha, ha. Isn’t anxiety fucking FUN?

You know, I don’t even have a name for it.  Just a fear, that paralyzed the whole of me.

But that sense of lack, of not enough, is starting to fade. It’s like taking off clothing decorated with 80# weights.

I can’t even begin to describe the relief.

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There’s a liiiiight…over at the Frankenstein place.
Wait. Wrong musical.

But today? Today, I am feeling like maybe those clothes are necessary.1 That I should be wearing those clothes. To hide. To be less. To be quiet, sit down, what the fuck do you THINK you are doing, you don’t deserve anything…blah blah blah, old tapes, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.

Seriously, Anxiety?
Knock it off.

We are fine. We are just approaching lightspeed.

This is just the pre-flight jitters, Self. These free floating bits of worry? Are just the nasty old tapes in your head breaking apart, disintegrating.

Approaching lightspeed.

1- I KNOW.

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June 14, 2013 · 1:01 PM

Complete and Utter Fluff.

To be fair, it often is.

 

To dye, or not to dye. That is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in my age to suffer
The slings and arrows of OUTRAGEOUS gray hair,
Or to take pigments against a sea of silvering,
And by painting cover them? To dye, to shade;
No more; and by a shade to say we end
The heart-ache of the thousand natural colors
That hair is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.

Don’t mind me. I’m just contemplating coloring my hairs again.

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This is the color it turns when I dye it black. Because my hair is freaking AWESOME, that’s why.

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June 12, 2013 · 8:57 AM

I’mma Let You Write Something, But Tubin’ With Friends is the Greatest Thing Ever

I spent most of yesterday on a giant, yellow, inflatable tire floating down a section of a nearby river. There were friends, and margaritas, and splishy-splashy, talking and giggles, and and and…

It. Was. Awesome.

I did learn a few things, however. I feel I should pass these on to you, as a public service. Because I am a helper.

1.)  If you are in the water while out-of-doors AND you have skin AND you have pale skin AND you tend to burn easily?  Reapply the damn sunblock. A lot. More than, say twice, in a seven hour period.
Otherwise, you might wind up a tad crispy around the edges.1

2.) That whole “wear water socks/shoes while in the river” thing? Yeah, there are reasons for that. Some of the reasons are sharp – like rocks and the like under the water. Others are more squishy, involving ankle-deep debris and mud. If the thought of sinking into slime and having it slither up between your toes makes YOU do the ::jibblies:: dance, too? Wear the damn shoes.

3.) The very, very best way to end a day of tubing along a lazy (albeit with a few white water chutes) river is Tex Mex and cheap margaritas. If you do not follow this procedure, then you are DOING IT WRONG.

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Pictured: Doing it right.

 

 

 

 

 

1 – Much like Anakin did.

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Damn, girl. You look a bit fried.

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