I laid down on my son’s bed to do a nighttime meditation with him. Everything that happened outside of his bedroom reverberated throughout his room. Reiken’s cussing. The dishes clanking. The forks and knives. Sounded like he smashed something in the dishwasher. The TV. The motherfucking, goddamned TV. I tried my best to ignore it. I tried drowning it with meditational music. I...
Something's gotta give
And I don’t know how to get out of this rut I’m in. How did I make things so complicated damn it?? Listen to your heart, she said. Well fuck… that goes against all I was taught for the first 28 years of my life. Am I happier now? Maybe it’s time to go back to basics.
I love my husband. But his snoring might make me get violent.
I cannot seem to stay on one track while I’m on the internet. Hell, right now as I am tryping this, I am literally looking around Islamorada, as my husband and I drive back from our honeymoon in Key West. I am on tumblr, grooveshark, legalsounds, amazon, francophile.com…. and it took me forever just to get to actually writing this because I kept looking at other people’s blogs. ...
Angry, bitter and at the verge of giving up
I don’t like who I’ve become over the past two years. I’m angry and my nerves are shot. I keep snapping at people becoming this violent screaming crazy person at random times- i just explode. I’ve been on the verge of crying twice at work just last week. I feel like shit. I should be happy, but I’m not.
I like my e-ciggy. I don’t care what anybody says. Sure, it’s not the same thing as a real cigarette… but it tastes and smells sooooo much better. Cigarti.com is awesome!