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Constantly trying to pair up words in a sequence no one has ever done before. This is poetry, this is art. This is impossible. Jeremy bought me fun smelly stuff today. It made me feel better about Chelsea telling me I always smell like poop. I don't know if I really smell like poop that often or if she was just being immature. However the expensive black raspberry vanilla musk confiscates any further questioning. She dropped my kitten several times. He went splat. She decided he's softer upside down. He was terrified. When he tried to get down she dropped him. He never lands on his feet. If you play with him once or twice you realize this. He's a snuggly baby and he misses Papa Jin. He cries at night for lack of a feathery ginger boa to attack. She tortures Puzzle, she insults me, she broke my cutting board, trashed the living room, allows the bin to pile up. These are only the things that have happened in the past few days. I got snarky with Jeremy when I tried to complain and he didn't respond. Finally he told me it didn't seem so bad. I'm so tired of him. Maybe I'm just being childish. I'm being childish because he made it up to me with candy. I miss counseling. I miss bitching to someone who is professionally empathetic. Someone who doesn't sleep with me. God I want sex. |
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IS HE YOUR FRIEND Nov 29th, 2008 6:39:30 pm - Subscribe
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Scripture: Hebrews 12:23 (New International Version) 23to the church of the firstborn, whose names are written in heaven. You have come to God, the judge of all men, to the spirits of righteous men made perfect, Reflection: After serving 15 years in prison for his crime, the convict walks out a free man. He has paid his debt to society, he is now a free. But now the real question arises: Has he changed his ways? Or will he return to a life of crime? These are two very important questions, not only for the man but also for society. Justice may have been served without the criminal's having been rehabilitated. But unless both take place, the criminal will only become hardened in his unrighteous ways. In our Christian Walk, progress results from the twofold action of justification and sanctification. We need to constantly remember that our savior Jesus Christ took care of God's justice by dying on the cross. Jesus accepted that death penalty and brought it upon Himself that we sinful men and woman deserved. And if you believe in Jesus Christ and believe in His death and resurrection, you, yes you can walk right out of that prison of sin a free person. But that act of belief of declaring yourself free from the guilt of sin has to be followed by rehabilitation. You see like the convict constantly tempted to return to a life of crime, you are constantly tempted by sin. When you are, that's when you need to remember that Christ also walked out of prison with you and He's the best friend a convict will ever have. IS HE YOUR FRIEND? Prayer: Thank you God for sending Your Son to set me free!!!!!! |
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I don't want numbers they blur the page before my eyes a body count even less do I want names the missing the grieving another night to mourn and days of sorrow coming fear and fire on the blue green planet as we slaughter our people ourselves mass devastation brother sister torture, terror we do not forget rest in peace you die not in vain rest in peace rest in peace and may peace take you home we do not forget they cannot forgive my apocalypse slithers near waiting to strike watching you tearing the beating heart out of the world. |
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MY THANKSGIVING PRAYER TO YOU Nov 26th, 2008 1:50:42 am - Subscribe
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My Thanksgiving prayer to you from me; Is for love strong and true that you hold within thee. A heart that beats steady and holds love within; For your brothers and sisters and all creatures by Him. A soul that is worthy of all of His love; That is given to you from the Heavens above. Food on your table that you thank the Lord for; Friends to surround you forever and more. A house filled with love and the light how it shines; Showing all of its beauty till the end of time. Kindness towards others for all of your days; To be returned I pray in many a way. A good job to keep you and pay all your bills; That you spend it all wisely and not on the frills. A family around you that is loving and true; That you all stand together for there are so few. Children to bless you if that is God's will; To cherish and nourish so your life is fulfilled. Dreams of pure beauty as you lay there and sleep; Through the peaceful night when darkness is deep. An angel to guide you through morning and night; To protect you and love you till the end of your plight. And last but most important your love for God will shine through; To the Heavens above for He's waiting for you. Amen and God bless! ~Author~ Judy N. Marquart © November 2002 |
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Rachel Everett: is too old for this. finds this all very amusing. thinks it's silly how you overreact to everything. doesn't understand how you can be mean to someone like Shannon. Someone who has been wonderful to you. can't wait for you to get a real landlord. One who won't put up with your being 25 days late on rent without charging a late fee. doesn't think the greatest photographer could portray you as you are doesn't think your boyfriend is the greatest photographer. will not delete you as a friend on facebook because she secretly can't wait for the day you break up with your boyfriend. She's sure it will be his fault. wishes you would grow up with her instead of insisting on this childish mentality. doesn't understand how a person could point-blank lie about something so obvious. hopes you have the decency to clean before you move out. understands that you can't handle responsibility so she won't put any added pressure on you. knows how self defeating your mindset is, so she won't call you out when it's really your fault. really doesn't want anything of yours. misses the old days just as much as you, but wouldn't change anything now. knows this town won't miss you anymore than you will it. doesn't really think it's the town you have a problem with. can finally call you out on things. is no longer dependent on you. cannot wait for you to be out of her life. has changed. knows you will not. |
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THE FIRST AMERICAN THANKSGIVING Nov 24th, 2008 8:19:21 pm - Subscribe
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The First American Thanksgiving is attributed to the autumnal feast held by the Pilgrims and Massasoit in 1621. The Mayflower passengers, having survived a rather challenging winter in the "New World" and having managed to harvest their surviving crops, hosted a feast which was an English tradition that signaled the end of harvest time. The Massasoit's religion demanded that they help those who came with empty hands. The recently landed newcomers had been in such need during their first year in the territory. Additionally, the Massasoit were members of the widespread confederacy of Algonkian- speaking people known as the League of Delaware. They were also the most important and influential sachem of the Wamapanoag. It was because of the Massasoit's generosity and in hopes to negotiate a land deal that they were invited to the harvest celebration with the Separatists. The most noteworthy and historically familiar member of the Native party was Squanto, who was the only non- Separatist who had been formally educated and baptized a Christian. The date of the feast is unknown. However, it must have occurred previously to December as that is the month that one of the only written accounts first is documented. There are only two known written eyewitness reports of the event; that of Edward Winslow and William Bradford who described the details of the fishing and hunting expeditions and the fact that the festivities lasted three days. The Massasoit, ninety individuals in totem, provided five deer for the feast. Among some of the other edible items were duck, geese, turkey, fish, and corn. It is unlikely that the dishes presented were extravagant because the colonists weren't aware when the next ship docking would take place and would have conserved whatever spices they had. There are many myths surrounding the modern day celebration of Thanksgiving. Although Thanksgiving as a holiday can be traced to the harvest celebration of 1621, it was neither a feast held annually or meant as a celebration of giving thanks. Just two years later, in 1623, there is no mention of a Thanksgiving feast. The Pilgrims were primarily a Separatist group who arrived in Massachusetts the previous year. Their visual use in Thanksgiving decorations is often misconstrued. The familiar black and white garb with the large buckles that we see today is incorrect. The appearance is related to Puritans who arrived in the Americas later and who only used the black and white garb occasionally. Buckles weren't in production until the late 1600's as well. When a member of the Mayflower party would die, an inventory of their belongings would be assessed. Most inventories revealed a tendency for darker colors, but many people had a wide range of color in their clothing collections. The Pilgrims weren't the only ones misrepresented in latter day artwork and stories. The Massasoit are typically depicted in costumes that are more closely related to Plains tribes. The first national Thanksgiving was declared in 1777 by the Continental Congress. It wasn't yet an observed holiday and several other "Thanksgiving" days were proclaimed inconsistently until 1815. Thanksgiving reverted to being a regional event until 1863 when two days were declared. The first being August 6th after the victory at Gettysburg and the second being the first last-Thursday-in- November celebration. Abraham Lincoln was the first American President to proclaim Thanksgiving a nationally observed holiday as the insistence of a long-time advocate, Sarah Hale. However, in 1939, Franklin D. Roosevelt believed the holiday to fall too close to Christmas and made a motion for it to be celebrated on the third Thursday in November. Not every State complied. In 1941, a joint resolution of Congress chose the fourth Thursday in November, which is not always the last Thursday in the month. Today, Thanksgiving isn't considered Thanksgiving unless there is a bountiful feast of turkey and all the trimmings, images of Pilgrims and Native Americans, or the ever popular pumpkin. Through the years, it's become a religiously affiliated holiday and trips to local churches as well as providing a banquet for the less fortunate have become seasonal traditions. |
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don't know why words like snowflakes fall no reason but to speak of the coming tide subtle beauty night calling I desire only words like sunlight piercing to warm me bitter season winter winds now rending words from me like boughs from treetops to scatter on frozen earth like snowflakes freeze still the cheerful spring of poetry my white forest empty, silent, brittle, waits no warmth in words to thaw us don't know why words like snowflakes drift unable to tempt summer back to this place. |
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Bob told me it would be interesting to see me not have sex for a month. I had this great image of myself, bloodied crawling around on the ground, muttering "need sex" over and over. I laughed and felt compelled to draw it. I had some weird episode in his office, probably from low blood sugar. I was thinking about how cool I was in high school and how I never drank, then something about Eric crossed my mind and I got light-headed. I was incredibly sad, I think I may have teared up. Things got fuzzy around my eyes but not like I was blacking out. It was more electric. Blue clouds in front of me, comforting my mind. I felt Bob's voice disappearing, replaced by the sound of oxygen while distant imaginary vehicals honked at me. I like to think this was my brain protecting me from whatever it was I was feeling. When I began to return to reality, Bob asked me who walked out on me. "What?!?" He asked me where I went, I had no clue. He decided I was either hungry or pregnant. Either seems logical. I wonder if I was talking during this bout of invisibility. If there was a reason he asked me who walked out on me. I may have to inquire about this later. Fortunately, no one has ever walked out on me. Carbon monoxide? I didn't hear my pulse. I came 5-9 times in the past 24 hours. My mom saw my sex hair. I miss her. She's nutz. |
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PRAYER TO DO WHATS RIGHT Nov 19th, 2008 1:47:50 am - Subscribe
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(Here is a prayer I pray everyday) O Almighty & Everlasting God, creator of heaven, earth and the universe. Help me to be, to think, to act what is right, because it is right. Make me truthful, honest and honorable in all things, make me intellectually honest, for the sake of right and honor and without thought of reward to me. Give me the ability to be charitable, forgiving, and patient with my fellow men. Help me to understand their motives and their shortcomings, even as thou understands mine! In Jesus Name AMEN |
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TWO WRONGS DON'T MAKE IT RIGHT Nov 18th, 2008 1:50:22 am - Subscribe
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"Finally, all of you, love in harmony with one another, be sympathetic, love as brothers, be compassionate and humble....that you may inherit a blessing." (1 Peter 3:8-9) Reflection: We have all heard the quote that says, "Two wrongs don't make a right". That statement is quite logical but logic flies out the window when someone hurts you. But before you strike back, stop remember that the love of Christ in your heart can absorb the hurt and can enable you to bless you would be adversary. That's right you can bless him. Thank God that His Spirit will give you grace to follow the example set by Christ Himself. Prayer For President-Elect: O Lord God, You are mighty and strong, unshakable and powerful in all Your ways. I praise You for calling us to hide in You, to take refuge in You during times when we are tempted to fear. When things in our lives appear to be falling apart, I thank You that You are immovable and strong. Today I pray for the President-Elect, that You will help and empower him to place his full trust in You. Make him fearless, Lord. May he replace any fear he feels with confidence and trust in You at every turn. Hold him firmly in Your hand as he trusts in You, O mighty God. In Your wonderful name, amen. |
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I drank enough to let him fuck me. How many shots? I don't know. It doesnt matter. I don't really care. It's not like I did it to prove a point. Maybe, or did I? Who cares. So I felt totally used. He offered me weed. This made those thoughts and feelings go away. Until I woke. That's when I went to work. I have to play it off. Working is a lot like alcohol. Mindless activity that makes me forget. He texted me thousands of times. It irritated me and slowed me down a bit. I thought he was being dramatic. I just moved back into my house. I'm not his fucking girlfriend. So I planned on walking in screaming something along the lines of "What the fuck did I do to you?" or something just to see if he would scream back only to immediately laugh at him and show I'm actually totally cool. Instead I got all weird and emotional but still attempted to play it off. I wouldn't do it now. Jealousy means caring. Caring means future pain and disappointment. I miss Jeremy. Why did I have sex with Old Kid? |
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77 DAYS OF PRAYER FOR OUR NEW PRESIDENT Nov 12th, 2008 11:35:33 am - Subscribe
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Day Eight: November 12, 2008 69 days, 19 hours and 16 minutes left until inauguration day. For the President- and Vice President-Elect to be wise and thoughtful as they exercise their authority, firmly resisting the temptation to abuse it When the righteous thrive, the people rejoice; when the wicked rule, the people groan. â€"Proverbs 29:2 All-knowing God, before You all things are laid bare and every detail, whether large or small is known. All praise and glory goes to You, O mighty God, for Your omniscience and omnipotence before the greatest and least of the rulers of our world. Lord, we ask You today to help the new President and Vice President of our nation to be persons of impeccable integrity. O God, make this team one that does not use its authority for frivolous means or mis-guided intent, but instead recognizes and reveres the responsibility that has been given to them. May they see it as a divine trust given by You. Cause them to be wise and proper stewards of their positions, and keep them from the evil that could so easily ensnare them in dishonesty. By the power of Jesus we pray, amen. |
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77 DAYS OF PRAYER FOR OUR NEW PRESIDENT Nov 11th, 2008 12:47:46 pm - Subscribe
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For righteousness and godliness to characterize the life and actions of the new President, Vice President and every newly-elected leader Who is wise? He will realize these things. Who is discerning? He will understand them. The ways of the LORD are right; the righteous walk in them, but the rebellious stumble in them. â€"Hosea 14:9 O mighty God, You are our perfect and righteous God. There is no goodness or righteousness apart from You and Your ways. Today I praise and thank You for Your perfection and Your holiness. Even though they are unattainable, they put in my heart a thirst for You and Your goodness. Thank You, Lord that Your holiness compels us to be holy. I pray today for the new President, asking that You will put in his heart a desire for You, for Your goodness and holiness. I pray that You will give him a thirst for wisdom, discernment and understanding from You. Protect him from leaning only on his own wisdom, and cause him to look to You. Cause him and the Vice President and all our elected leaders to desire Your righteousness, so that their steps may be sure. This I ask in Jesus’ name, amen. |
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77 DAYS OF PRAYER FOR OUR NEW PRESIDENT Nov 10th, 2008 10:50:45 am - Subscribe
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Day Six: November 10, 2008 71 days, 19 hours left until inauguration day. For the President-Elect to be genuinely humbled before God as he faces the daunting task of leading our nation for the next four years The fear of the Lord teaches a man wisdom, and humility comes before honor. â€"Proverbs 15:33 Holy God, You give us the gift of communication with You through prayer. You promise to guide us as we humble ourselves before You, and You declare Your truth and insight to us as we listen to You respond to our supplications. Today, Heavenly Father, we ask that You would empower our new President to revere You, putting aside all pride and self-centeredness as he acknowledges who You are and what You wish to accomplish through him. Show him that for him to be honored, he must humble himself before You and be taught by Your voice and by Your Word. As he does this, Lord, give him confidence that, as he trusts in You, You will equip him to meet the challenges of his high calling as President of the United States. In the name of Jesus we pray, amen. |
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Alcohol abstinence, not so hot. I went Friday and Saturday on one cigarette. It about killed me. Friday was fine. I fucked Jeremy in his freezy house and fell asleep in front of a rusty space heater. My mother and I argued about different things. She was cranky pretty much all weekend. Menopause or something. Saturday I couldn't make up my mind what to wear to the shower. I was so afraid of creating some insane reaction within my mother. She generally approves of crazy outfit when she's happy. I figured this particular day I should make an attepmpt at conventionalism. I went to the damn shower. Hundreds of pregnant women and fucking children everywhere. I pretty much wanted to disappear. Everyone was loud and fake. I had to sit in the car. It was too much for me to take. We went shopping. Fruitless. Boring. Exhausing. After we got home I went to Ellsworth to see Jeremy at work. He had the day off so we just drove around. We went to the park where I ended up crying on him about how my parents moved all the stuff out of my room, how I'm "not ready to be an aunt," I'll never amount to anything or graduate and I'm just going to be an alcoholic lesbian housekeeper for the rest of my life. At home I heard scratching on the door. It was waggy. His chain broke but we haven't bothered fixing it since he's too fat to go far. He waddled inside, breathing heavily, and collapsed at my feet. My mom laughed because he always looks cheerful but I know he's in pain. I started crying and my mom tried to convince me that he was happy. I knew better. We really need to put him down. Mom is certain that he's fine. We had a lot of disagreements. It drives me crazy. I'm so used to people with logical arguments and being able to discuss things without someone veering completely off topic. It's so irritating. We were at the store and she kept talking to herself. I really hope she doesn't do that when I'm not around. I was trying to talk to her but she kept reading things out loud. "Why don't they make raisin oatmeal anymore?" "dog chow..no...32 plastic, why would they put 32 spoons..tear here...cap'n crunch, what did I need over here...there's the chex..I don't need that.." "Oh, I should get some chex considering I won't be eating raisin bran ever again" "Chex is good for...why are there oven mitts by the...oh here do you need 'Raisin Almond Bran Crunch'" "Are you even listeining to me?" "Yeah I am, you said 'Why don't they make raisin oatmeal anymore" Space Cadet. I'm losing patience with her. I don't want to see her for a long time. |
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I put away every sharp object: pin and blade and dangerous edge. I still don't trust myself with scissors, even these days. Part of loving oneself is knowing how far that love extends. Part of being a family is knowing you'll have to leave. How far I've come, to stand here and to hold myself up - courage, pride, strength. I break so easily - tears to drown me; rage to scream at you endlessly - because I'm guilty of knowing that these days are numbered few. Regret sits on the back step with the pumpkin we didn't carve this year, because I wasn't here - unwanted, unaddressed and necessary. I'm not your little girl anymore - I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to go and grow up and go away. I stare at my wrists hating time for dragging me on through life; for tearing us apart and casting me into future. Oh, how I want to remain - I'm not your little girl now, but I'll always be your daughter and I'll always be your big sister; I'll always want this house; I'll never leave. I put away the scissors, and my ink and all my words. I chose to live that night, years ago, for you, so now I have to go. Part of being a family - however torn, however mad - is knowing you'll never have to leave, right? I'll always have what you gave me: courage, pride, strength and love; and I'll always be your daughter your big sister - always belong. |
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I AM SO PROUD Nov 6th, 2008 2:07:38 am - Subscribe
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PRAY FOR OUR PRESIDENT ELECT Give thanks for the blessings of democracy experienced in America yesterday as the nation's first African-American President was elected. Pray for President Elect Obama and Vice President Elect Biden as they plan for their new administration. Pray for our nation to be united under God as we move into the coming months... Give thanks for the outworking of God’s sovereign will in our nation through the votes of citizens as seen in yesterday's election. Praise God for answered prayers as there were no major incidents and results were known with certainty. Pray for President Elect Obama to seek God and His will in every decision and plan that he makes, and pray for his safety as he travels and makes plans. Pray for President-Elect Obama that he will be awed before God with the responsibility he has to seek His face as he prepares to lead the nation. Pray for a swell of support in prayer for him as he makes plans. Pray also for Senator John McCain, that he will have God’s grace as he returns to his former responsibilities. Prayer For Our President Elect Obama Most High God, Blessed and Wonderful Savior, Ever-present Holy Spirit, Precious Lord, our Governor, Whose glory is in all the world, We commend this nation to your compassionate and merciful care As we are guided by you providence, may we dwell secure in your peace. Grant to the President Elect Obama of the United States, your wisdom and strength to know and to do your will. Fill the President Obama with the love of truth and righteousness. Make him ever mindful of his call to serve this people in your fear. In the name of the Wonderful Father, Most Beloved And Precious Son, and Ever-present Holy Spirit upon whom we can rely. Amen |
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PLEASE GET OUT AND VOTE Nov 4th, 2008 11:29:51 am - Subscribe
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An unprecedented opportunity is at hand. A promise to be realized. A truth to be perfected. A challenge to be met. An honor to be earned. A right to be exercised. An experiment in democracy to be strengthened. And one thing is certain... Your vote Is critical! Today we each have a chance to make a difference. Will your voice be heard? Will your vote be counted? Be connected. Empower yourself. THIS IS YOUR COUNTRY VOTE FOR IT! GOD BLESS AMERICA, GOD BLESS ALL HIS CREATION |
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AN OPEN LETTER TO "CHRISTIAN" POLITICIANS Nov 4th, 2008 2:51:09 am - Subscribe
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You shall not murder (Exodus 20:13). But I tell you, do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also (Matthew 5:39). Reflection: I think the time has come. We claim to follow the teachings of the Son of God, the Savior of the World. Then let's start doing it. Jesus Christ constantly teaches us to "love your enemies", "turn the other cheek", "do not resist evil with evil". When are we going to get the hint? When are we going to follow the teachings of Christ. Please don't say that you are a Christian just to get votes! These teaching's are not off the cuff remarks from Christ, they are the very basis of what Christ was telling us. He does not ever speak of war, of killing, He only speaks of peace and love. When are we going to learn that the way to overcome evil, the way to overcome our enemies, IS TO DO MORE GOOD. We turn our enemies into friends, by the good we do. When you do good things, you are no longer seen as a threat! When there is evil power in control, the way to overcome that power is to do more good for the less powerful. You see Christ taught us the meek shall inherit the earth, not the powerful. My Christian brother's and sister's, especially those running for office, don't take my word for this, read your Bible. If you can read the teachings of Jesus Christ, and find where Christ teaches us that violence, war, aggression, police action, and killing are acceptable responses to evil, please oh please let me know where. Because if you can't, then please think about calling yourself a Christian, and I mean know judgment here, only an opinion. I certainly have enough logs in my own eyes to be looking for the specks in others eyes. Finally I'm not trying to convert anyone here, I'm only asking that the one's who claIm to converted, ACT LIKE IT!!!!! GOD BLESS AMERICA! GOD BLESS YOU! Quote: Muriel Lester Social Activist, Gandhian Pacifist (1883-196 "The job of the peacemaker is to stop war, to purify the world, to get it saved from poverty and riches, to heal the sick, to comfort the sad, to wake up those who have not yet found God." (IN OTHER WORDS TO DO GOOD!) |
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I cleaned all weekend. The house looks fantastic. All except the sink. She left a million dishes behind. All just soaking there. The hamburger helper skillet has obtained a soul and threatens me sometimes. I put Puzzle in foster care since she is abusive towards him. I spend most of my time there as well. She left on Friday. My weekend was amazing. I felt great, I had no qualms with sobriety. Monday her status read: Chelsea feels guilty about skipping class because she absolutely dreads going back to Hays. Good for her. Tuesday I came home hoping Chelsea would either have her dishes done or at least be making more in a cheery mood, thanking me for cleaning the house. Neither. She was in her room, on the phone with boyfriend, like usual. Sink monster growling at my entrance. My tablecloth was on my bed, a new festive one was on the table. Didn't know what that meant. I went to Chris's and slept four hours. I woke up, and got ready to leave, he walked in I mentioned that something happened but I didnt remember what. I suddenly remembered and I very comically explained the tablecloth ordeal. He laughed and I went home to obtain pajama pants. I saw Lucas's and Megan's car at the house so entered upstairs and gave the same performance. Megan, who has no sense of humor laughed at my finale. I grabbed my pants and left. On the way home a wave of panic overwhelmed me and as soon as I reached Chris's, I went straight for the alcohol. I had just enough vodka and orange juice to take the edge off. I felt indifferent to what had happened. She left sarcastic comments inquiring about the absence of Puzzle on facebook. I decided my diet coke didn't have enough vodka. Today I felt irrationally sad all day. I couldn't stop thinking about drinking. I tried to take a nap. I went to the bathroom and started crying. Just a little at first. After a few minutes I thought I was done. Then I grew hysterical. I sat on the floor, tearing my hair out, wailing. I rolled around on the floor sobbing for about an hour. When I finally wore myself out I went out for a smoke. "Chelsea has come to the conclusion that Grampa no longer exists. Just Rachel and even that is questionable." I sped home with several questions: What did I do wrong? What do you want me to do? Who am I now? How can you tell? I'm never around. She wasnt home, I texted Chris "Her facebook status" and was surprised to find a response from Chelsea. I texted the wrong person. I told her I figured we needed to talk but she said she wouldn't be home. I left her a letter in her room. It wasn't a nasty letter. Just telling her about how I'm sad all the time, how she can put me on edge and how I have absolutely no idea what I did wrong. I went back to Chris's. I brought vodka. This is the most tension between me and another person since I lived with my mom. I hate drama. I hate sobriety. I wish this all wasn't so lame. I wish this pathetic squabble wasn't the reason I want to drink. I wish I had something worthwhile to talk about in counseling instead of this jr. high bullshit. A week and three days. I am absolutely pathetic. |