Sunday, March 15, 2009
Early this morning, my car crushed a baby bunny. I was driving it. Annnnnd then my day got progressively worse.
But this guy Robert just told me, "It's okay, God will make more bunnies." I don't know Robert well, but well enough to know that he's awesome. He's a talented artist and it's incredibly easy for me to talk to him. He just has a good vibe going. And what he said made me feel WAY better for some reason.
God will make more bunnies. And more boys. And more friends. And more people in general. Soon God will even make the weather warm without these intermittent 25-degree days. I've been forgetting about God lately and worrying too much about the temporal. The selfish people and crappy situations we experience in this life aren't all that's out there. I'm finished dwelling on the unimportant. I can hold myself accountable, but I can't change the ways of others.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Yesterday in a nutshell:
9:00 a.m. Wake up. Take shower. Put on cute dress because it's warm out.
10:00 a.m. Go to work. Boss is in a good mood. Gives me keys to the back door and security code, plus informs me of my raise.
5:00 p.m. Get off work. Change into comfy clothes. 2-mile run inspired by Tech N9ne. Big accomplishment for me.
6:00 p.m. Get home. Take shoes off. Ready to relax.
6:30 p.m. (Note: This is when my day starts to suck ass.) Crazy, possessive friend calls. Angry with life. Takes it out on me. Says "Why would I listen to a spoiled 22-year-old bitch who still lives with her parents?" I'm 23. Threatens to ruin my life. Proceeds to insult me to the point of tears.
7:45 p.m. Crazy person still sending me ridiculous text messages.
8:00 p.m. Mom calls. Aunt has to go to hospital because she thinks she's having a heart attack. I have to speed over to Illinois to stay with my little cousins.
8:05 p.m. Speeding over to Illinois. Still crying because of crazy person. Trying not to crash my car.
8:30 p.m. Try to keep my little cousins occupied and happy. Read books. Help them get ready for bed.
9:30 p.m. Little cousins asleep. Sit down and turn on TV. Still worried about my aunt.
9:35 p.m. Ex-boyfriend calls. Chat about school, Lost, etc. Conversation takes a turn for the worse when I tell him I'm seeing someone he does not approve of. So much for being honest. Fight ensues. Brings up me cheating on him. Says I mistreated him the whole time we were together. Insulted to the point of tears again. Crying for about the 4th time today. Say I can't deal with this and hang up.
1:00 a.m. Still can't sleep because of my horrible day. And horrible, uncomfortable early-90s couch.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
You're like a little puppet
or maybe more like a little puppy dog that doesn't get petted enough.
Either way, your fate is left
completely in the hands of others.
If they don't pull your strings, you refuse to move.
You're content laying in your freakshow of a box.
If they don't throw you a bone-shaped treat, you starve.
You might even resort to eating your own poop.
In the end, you'll ultimately fail at becoming "a real boy,"
or maybe they'll just get sick of you and put you to sleep.