Frame of Reference

Leave this space, stand over there you had your chance and you threw it away but don't go too far Respect the lines that are newly drawn you crossed the old ones and ripped them apart But don't stop talking Figure out what went wrong inside of you your moral compass is flawed you can't have cared But you are cared for Let this happen you can't do anything, please It's not yours any longer But what are you doing, anyway? I've had an epiphany! Absolutely everything has been said. So no more will be said. Simplicity rules the day and worry should be banned! Take heed and be happy.

I'm sure it's going to hurt worse in the morning

Sense of chaos I was never there when things were decided agreed upon, opinions formulated I didn't have a say Would I have said a word? In my way Its all in the explanations of intentions I can't seem to stuff my mind inside the box of logical sense My thoughts are vague and fantastical I cant pour them out of my mouth Without wrapping it wrong People left to assume I take responsibility I offer apologies deserved I need to figure myself out? What's more human and noble than attempting? I leaped, I fell, I failed... but I tried I yearned and I wanted and I felt with my head and my heart with every part of my being But I can't put those feelings into words I can't analyze I can't draw a blueprint I try But not always Am I so far off track? An Intervention on my behalf How can I fix this when I'm standing on ground that doesn't exist I get that I pulled the rug out from under my own feet I threw trust on its ass I felt fear, loss, uncertainty, doubt I...

I had a busy night at work. On Thursday it was pretty awful as far as food consumers went but last night was one of the better nights. I think everyone was pleased. If they weren't, they didn't complain about it. The weather has been beautiful here. It's crazy to think it looks like this today, somewhere! Absolutely gorgeous too but not quite 90 degrees!!

Karma Karma is giving your puppy a bath outside with very cold water from the hose, getting "the look" and then having the very wet puppy jump on your bed and roll on your pillow before giving you a shit eating grin.

I overdosed on Energy Drinks yesterday. I wish I could describe the horrible feelings that comes from it. It's not exactly jittery because you are crashing/tired but very "shaky". Sick to your stomach in such a way you wish you didn't have a stomach. Almost 'medicine head' like taking too much cold medicine. It was best to sleep, and I did, very quickly and very deeply. Woke up to light thunderstorms. It's such good sleeping weather that I wish I didn't have to go into work tonight. Got a haircut! Snazzy. She is back and Bailey is beside herself with enjoyment. She did so many spins that she's tuckered herself out and promptly fell asleep. She's not too tired to follow like a..... puppy dog the minute movement is detected.

It was finally a more profitable night at work tonight! Hopefully it's picking up in a more consistent fashion. All of my tables were decent too, except for an elderly lady that complained our ribs were greasy. I get that you might receive food that isn't that good or that might be cooked wrong. What MUST happen is this: You have a complaint, or need something fixed? This is no problem, whatsoever to rectify. But you have to BE PREPARED. Just like Scar sings in the Lion King. Have a plan. Don't call your server over to complain and then have NO CLUE what you want to happen after that. Blank stares have topped my list of things that piss me off. Also, if you linger at a table for more than 2 hours, I purpose a "rental fee" for the space. I think a five dollar add on sounds reasonable. I think Bailey is giving me sideways looks that reek of contempt. I also imagine her singing Sinead's "Nothing Compares 2 U" under her breath, longingly.

Is a person lost if you know here they are? Missing her already! Work has been steady. A bit below what I would like, but better than expected, considering the circumstances of oil gushing into the gulf. I have finished "The Girl Who Played With Fire" by Stieg Larson. It was a hundred times better than the first. It really focused on Lisbeth this time, and the reporter took a back seat, thankfully! It was so refreshing and unique to me to experience a character that has heroic tendencies while possessing the qualities of a person who 'might' be considered autistic. Since I have finished that and I have nothing else that has tickled my fancy, I have picked up 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl. This is a book I have been tackling for a little over a year. I can only read it in short spurts as my brain feels like it is being...well, pushed beyond it's capacity, but in a good way, when I read it. A small quote: " If we were to conclude, after careful considerati...

"How Many Licks Does It Take?" I had a fantastic time away from work. I feel the itch of inspiration --- I never knew that red heads were called gingers. really?? M.I.A. video is... wow. BING!

The Oil Spill is a growing concern, but the news keeps playing with my emotions. The animations grow and shrink beyond any logical reason. Yeah, Yeah, water currents, wind direction. I get that. I keep telling myself it's like an impending storm. There is nothing that you can really do. Love La Roux. Need a strong internet connection! Got the second bookshelf assembled this evening while I watched Dancing with the Stars with my mom. She sent texts back and forth to her friends the ENTIRE show. It was adorable! I'm over the rain. I need sunshine on my shoulders!! :) Post Secret is anonymous voyeurism I miss