Adapt

Something interesting.

Yeah...that's a toughie.....

This has changed a bunch since January...

But well, I can adapt. I respect adaptation.

It's a form of evolution. It means you're not a static being...means you are not simply a piece in a giant machine that works as long as each one of us is in position and keeps it rollin'! It means we change, we fluctuate...

I might be an overfluctuator....yes, I used a made up word, again, suck it up!

There shouldn't be a limit to word creating...it's creative writing for Pete's sake!!!

(Don't know who Pete is, just know it's better than writing FUCK on the net)

Oops...not sorry.

I like change...I enjoy change.
I change hair colour.
I change hobbies.
I change jobs.
I change passions.
I change....
Affection
Dress-codes
Likes and Dislikes
Food
Makeup (no makeup?)
Games
Drinks
Groups....

Routine bores the hell out of me.
It is simply exhausting.
To "remain"

Remain.....

I shall remain when I am no longer.

I've said.

LOVE

Sooooooo I just went on and on about love on my other blog, so I feel like sharing the love on this one, so that it doesn't feel left out...

I was talking about how everyone deserves to be loved, and yes, everyone deserves to be loved, but I do have to make one correction: everyone ALSO deserves to love.

You have not lived until you have suffered over love.

Some people say I'm crazy, some others don't understand me, but if I got a dollar for every person who would love to be able to love in greatscale like I do, I'd be a trillionaire.

Nothing related to my ego, mind you, but being able to love massively, like I do, is no picnic, no joy ride, and definitely not manageable for most.

How do I do it?

I got over myself.

And decided I do not need anyone.

But I do want a lot of people, and I love a lot of people.

And that love, that "I don't care if you don't love me back, if I hug you and you don't hug back it doesn't bother me, and I just wanted to remind you that I love you, asshole", love, is the greatest love of all. (musical quote) :)

So fuck it

Loving rocks!

Psychological Nothing

This blog has turned into a secondary blog...which is something it always was, since I created because I couldn't bring myself to thinking I was only all about dark thoughts and murderous or self loathing messages...

I therefore created a space where I could let the sun in, open a couple windows, chill...you know?

Somewhere where I could share my optimism and self assurance with the world, posting colourful, happy, superficial pieces of writing which, in general are nothing but marketing. (and good marketing indeed, with one follower and three annonymous comments once in a while) I just love how blogs are not so...public...y'know?

In the past year or so though, I've come to realize, after reading my own texts repeatedly, (yes, I do that, i enjoy lounging in my head, so deal with it) wait...oh yeah, I've come to realize that both blogs have truly somehow joined forces or something...and I am being pretty consistent on both. -.- right...consistent

I have also realized that I usually write my most creative thoughts on the other and later analyze what I wrote on that one on this one or viceversa.

It' s like, I cannot post something on one, and abandon the other....I need to post something, even if something is a piece of crap in a candy wrapper, or a random scream off..

by the way

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Ok, tha'ts better, now, where was I?

...

Oh yeah well, at the beginning of this post I was considering the copying and re-posting of all relevant texts on this blog on the other and closing this one but....now....I'll just leave it open.

Let the sun in, open the windows, feel the breeze, float away into the day like a butterfly...


And just so you know.

I am a fairy
I live on sugarcubes and 5 o'clock tea
I can fly and read minds
And I'm Day-glo


Thank you, God of Random.
I appreciate your stopping by.
Care for some tea?

Bisousssss cheriesssss

Appreciation time

Thanks.

For dealing with my sorry-ass bantering and shitty assumptions.

Also, for discarding my endless explanatory word-vomit, and need for rationalization that in general screws my mind over, but it's absolutely necessary.

For not taking my "feelgood" advice for granted, and rethrowing it at my face when I sure as hell am NOT taking my own advice.

Things will get better, or at least be over and done with, I know it.

I just tumble a little and fall some of the times.

It's good to know someone is listening.

So, thanks again, for being awesome.

And have a wonderful Thursday.

'Cause the brighter side is: we're closer to Friday.

Kiss kiss

Re-visiting

I haven't been here in, say quite a while.

Mostly because I got a camera, and it's easier to express thought through image than through words, unless of course you're using words to describe an image.

I tend to be an over-the-top everything, if I get a camera, I go over the top taking pictures, editing, learning stuff, producing, etc.
If I get a guitar, I go over the top and carry it everywhere.
If I get a mic, I go over the top trying, and failing to learn how to make recordings on my computer. - still need help on that hmmm.-

I feel over the top-pingly
See over the top
Walk all over the top...

And I could go on forever, but photoshop is waiting.

So those who don't give a fuck, I praise your lack of commitment to everything.

Those who hate me, it's seriously not worth your time, you can either be my friend, or not be my friend, but hating me is so time consuming and useless...I seriously wouldn't give a crap even if you were staring at me with visceral hatred written all over your face. Sorry

Those who love me...Thanks.

I probably love you back.

Kiss kiss, bang bang, and spread love all over the world rather than random bullshit.


KIZZAZ

Joyful Joyful

Funny thing...

Happiness.

Such a little word.

Such an enormous feeling.

Such a pain to get to.

So easy to get out of.

Happiness...

is just...

A word.

Can you explain it?

Today

Today...is March 1st.

Aside from a friend's birthday, there's nothing special about this day.

But for some reason.

I thought about something I haven't thought about for a while now.

And though it's not fun and it doesn't make me happy.

I liked getting that memory back.

I liked feeling this again.

And I'd do it again a thousand times.

For the feeling.