I know what I want. Doesn’t mean I get it. They said Knowing is Half the Battle or I’m making that up. Sharing is caring? There is some static in my reception as you can see from the picture.
Best to conserve battery power.
Category Archives: Quick Thoughts
June 21st
Today I was the eye of the storm. I that means I only stopped to think twice. I feel bad for anyone caught up in the shit storm surrounding me.
My dad came out mostly unscathed. For Father’s Day, I helped him move furniture. If it were up to me, said furniture would probably have been sold in the great purge of 2015. It will be meted out to my two sisters and favorite relatives eventually, unless I score a moving truck when I head west. But that’s something for future me to worry about. Right now, I’m stoked
Now I’m at the Lamp to catch a punk show. It’s just me and another girl who knows the band and the band. Still the eye of the storm, I drew innocent souls into battle without warning. I understand people are real but that doesn’t stop me from being me.
Good band. I miss Shirley burgers.
These Precious Things
Dear god, help me.
I want to play Heroes of the Storm so frickin bad.
The main chink in my gaming armor is Starcraft. Kerrigan is a rare female in the gaming world. She’s truly feminine yet she’s one of the darkest super-villians ever created, regardless of gender. Her superpower is basically intuition and her soft spot is true love. She’s sexy as hell – think Jean Gray meets Mystique meets Nightcrawler.
I haven’t even caught up on the expansion to Starcraft II yet. Adult life can be that way sometimes. Now I have to play it before PAX. Gamer life can be that way sometimes.
June 20
Alignment
On point
Focused
At peace
Sturdy
Tall
Enlightened
Uplifted
Happy
Determined
Alone
Leading
Adventuring
Hoping
Believing
Engaged
Active
Eager
Certain
Clear
Centered
Storm Damage?
I was solicited on Instagram for my rainbow video.
Finally, my talent for silently recording beautiful moments has hit the big time. I think that’s pretty neat.
I should really look into using pound signs more often. #happyendings
June 19
I’m not going out tonight. It’s addictive, being around people that want you there.
I’m craving all-you-can-eat crab legs.
A 19-year old thought I was a guy. Not really that offended, just amazed. I did just get done helping my friend move. And I’m a pretty badass chick on average. Who knows what my future holds.
I love my life.
No effort is wasted on the path to enlightenment.
Sigh
Stuck here, clutching my genitals. Definitely concerned about the finite situation considering the circumstances of the night. Clutching genitals, she describes things I don’t know. His motivations are clear. Is modesty a deflection or does she see the things he cannot see?
My cats are getting old and I want to talk to the one who runs away.
June 18
I’m considering open mic tonight. The poetry kind. I scribble notes that look like poems but they don’t have life until spoken. Words on the page are limp and cold. Coming from my mouth they take form, develop spirit, breathe with life. No performance is the same as my mood tints the tone and time captures the meaning in that single moment. Other words are carved in stone and can only be repeated.
Zeke Johnson
I’m at the P&H Cafe in Memphis listening to Zeke Johnson play the blues. He writes songs and tells stories. Plays guitar like a teenager sends a text – casually accurate.
Following him is Rum Rebellion. I’m a fan.
These two artists may never appear on the same stage again. You’re missing a great time.