Yard Sale

Had a yard sale to fund my upcoming trip to England. It was EXHAUSTING. I like yard sales, but I've never hosted one. Turns out, I don't like yard selling. haha Its very weird to see your entire life laid out to sell. Saw some interesting sites to say the least.

This sign sat at the edge of the yard all day. It said 'pray' so I slapped on a symbol of my faith. Didn't specifically say to whom I should be praying. Tch tch tch.

Slushie!! Dude, cherry slushies are the sex. And you can't beat $1.

Fire Department drove by checking the hydrants. Also scoped the sale. Awesome.

And then the cops showed up... o__O

Yes, that's right. Cop at the yard sale. No worries, he wasn't there for us. He was there for the neighbors. ^^

All in all it was a very eventful weekend. Very long and tiring, but good.

Zodiac

Celtic Zodiac
October 28 – November 24 Sign: Reed (Ngetal)
The Fire Festival of Samhain
Symbol: The White Hound or the Stone
Ruling Planet: Pluto - Pwyll
Celtic Gods: Dis, Pwyll, Arwan

Reed signs among the Celtic tree astrology signs are the secret keepers. You dig deep inside to the real meaning of things and discover the truth hidden beneath layers of distraction. When there is a need to get to the heart of the matter, most certainly the Reed sign will find the core. You love a good story, and can be easily drawn in by gossip, scandals, legend and lore. These tendencies also make you an excellent historian, journalist, detective or archeologist. You love people because they represent a diversity of meanings for you to interpret. You are adept at coaxing people to talking to you, and sometimes you can be a bit manipulative. However, you have a strong sense of truth and honor so most of your scheming is harmless. Reed people join well with other Reeds, Ash or Oak signs.


Moon In Leo
Proud, benevolent, generous, creative and jolly. Craves to be noticed and appreciated, cannot bear to stay in the shadow or be criticized.

In the depths of their souls, these people know they are true nobility, perhaps even royalty or monarchs. They know for certain that they were born different to others and only some outrageous injustice has destined them to live in a small flat instead of a palace. Yet even in these circumstances the Moon in Leo tries hard to create a decent and elegant lifestyle. He or she insists on buying clothes and items which are special in some way, and enjoys throwing a party and having guests at home an easy way, perhaps, for them to show their true colours.

Leo Moons are proud of their children, who they naturally assume have remarkable talents that distinguish them from others, and as parents they are happy to spend whatever it takes to discover and develop their kids' talents. They can also be big spenders when it comes to buying clothes, both for themselves and their children. Wearing rags is not for nobles! Moon in Leo individuals often have good taste, especially with clothes and food, and this is frequently the result of their own parents' influence. Even if they don't have any creative talents of their own, which is highly unusual, they are still interested in arts, theatre and fashion, and they undoubtedly have their own distinct opinions about these, and all other subjects.

Playing, celebrating and partying are the best ways for Moon in Leo people to restore their energy after periods of stress. For good self-esteem, every now and again they also need to be viewed, appreciated, and adored.

If they don't have enough love in their life, Moon Leos can have problems with their heart, circulatory system or their general levels of physical energy. Problems with vision are also quite typical. Many Moon Leos tend to have some sort of difficulty in their relationships with their own children, perhaps because they are so eager to spoil them.


Moon in Leo Celebrities

Gordon Brown, Clint Eastwood, Jane Fonda, Mohandas Gandhi, Rudy Giuliani, Paul Hogan, Queen Elizabeth II, Julia Roberts, Carlos Santana, Paramahansa Yogananda.

Cantankerous Bitchings

Tragically I’ve come up with a new subject for a book. It’s nightmarish. I’m not even halfway through – research and other mind you now, not written word per se – on three and now I want to jump on a new one. It’s totally awesome – at least in my head and so I’m super psyched to get started on it.

And to be sure, I’m thinking I might want to make it a Manga. So I’ll be sketching up character refs to see if that’s the direction I want to go for sure. It will probably take longer than any other project. Of course this might also lead me to doing it to the rest of them… How tragic. Ha!

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Is it just me – or do you want to skin the fucknut who created the McCafe commercials of epic annoyingness? And strangle at least half of the cast of Glee. The whore wife, the tramp cheerleader, the obsessive star, and Will – the spineless wimpy fop. Break their legs and beat them to death with them. I can’t decide if I love the show or hate it. Like picking at scabs – you know you really shouldn’t but there’s something to the sensation of digging a hole in your flesh.

A Burning Brilliant Star

I saw you. In that moment I was a burning brilliant star. Something shining and new and beautiful. Something worthwhile. I blazed across the sky, a fierce stellate shooting across the heavens to show how dim the stars burned in stasis.

Symphonies ruptured the silence of a stillborn heart and life poured out and covered the soul. Life expressed its vitality in that ailing string. Resounding, overwhelming, cascading and invasive. Everything was right. Everything was sure. Conducive. An affirmation of a myriad of portents, omens and signs; fiercely drowning cataract.

First breath. First sight. Everything renewed, restored. Vigor. Palatable, sensual.


And you turned only to vanish. An aberration, illusion. Some vicious oasis in this desert wasteland. Destruction as beautiful as the creation.

If love is the master, hope is the apprentice.

Hypergiant

I'll break you down
I'll take you down, down
Fill you with sadness
Make your life madness

I'm having a hard time
I'm making you do the hard time too.
I'm stuck in a bad way
And I'm gonna make you pay for it.

Give me a mile
I'll take a hundred miles
Such a mistake
Sorry you make

I'm having a hard time
I'm making you do the hard time too
I'm stuck in a bad way
And I'm gonna make you pay for it.

I'm having a hard time
I'm making you do the hard time too.
I'm stuck in a bad way
And I'm gonna make you pay for it.

I'm having a hard time
I'm making you do the hard time too.
I'm stuck in a bad way
And I'm gonna make you pay for it.

I know you're here
I know you're gone
I never asked you to stay
I'm waking up, baby
Now tell me, are you ok?

I really need to break down and hurt. I need to fall apart.
This is going to be messy.
I am going to the ocean. At night. Not sure when. But it has to be soon. I ponder the possibility of death. But I need to be wholly consumed by something. And water has always been a comfort. I am, however, to the point where taking a long shower or bath is more frustrating than helpful. And that is a very bad sign.
Can we find a synonym that represents a more terrifying and dread-filling emotion than Ominous?

I want to wait for a storm. I want to wait for the sea to be a reflection of myself. A raging mass of consumption and confusion rending it's insides out and up; spilling upon the land all of it's horrible secrets and terrible deeds even as it bitterly and viciously erodes it away.

Let's see this Hypergiant go Black Hole...

Mona Lisa Smile

I am so over it. I've been stuck in this mild hell. Or rather this hell of unearthly proportions. Stuck in this stagnate pool filled with this toxic ooze - all sticky and suffocating. I don't know what's worse about the situation. The fact that I was in it for so long or how I allowed you to manipulate me into it. I am LAUGHABLE. hahahahaha

How patronizingly glorious.

You deserve a highfive.

Fuckface.

I want you to know this is about you. It's all about you. I'm going to take your brick wall and build myself a palace to rule the ages in. So I want to congratulate you for kicking me down. Turns out in the best of times I'm not great. Oh I am a bright star, and there will come a day when you look back and regret. And you WILL regret. But I shine brightest in the darkness. Of which I am quite content to rule. We vampires have stalked the ages watching you mules - and that's all you are for all that we try to revere you for something better - you're nothing but mules. And I am better than you.

And I cannot help but laugh because you will take everything I am saying and make it some personal attack upon your person. And that is what makes me better than you, the fact that it's what you believe. Like I am some phantom given life by your belief in me. Yes, that's right, I am your own personal Jesus.

LAUGH

I know why Mona Lisa smiles

So does the Cheshire

Know

I think we both know I was in love with you. And I think you know that I am probably the only one in your life who can actually say that with a ferocious conviction. You were everything at a time in my life when I was slowly shattering.

And then you took the sledgehammer to me.

I can honestly say that I know what it is like to have a life that is not worth living. And I know the pain a person who wants to die feels when they wake up.

Maybe what's worse is that you are a repeat offender. You have waltzed right back in, and it seems you expect things to be like they were. Because that's how it was the time before, and before that, and before that... To be fair the lesson was mine to learn. But I've learned it. And learned it well.

There will be no "like there was before." Not now, not ever. I am a different being now than I was. And if you feel that that is not a good enough excuse - than I don't want you back in my life. I am not beyond second chances - though to be honest and prudent you are way past seconds - but I will allow for a new chance, a fresh start. Now to clear the air.

Regardless of how you saw things or felt things - this is how it was as I perceived, and trust me when I say that Hope can be the cruelest bitch you will ever know.

I loved you. More than I think I should have. But I loved you none-the-less. I loved you more than the stars in the sky at night, more than the moon which makes me cry because it is so beautiful. You brought out the thrill in me I thought only sunsets and full moons could bring. I loved you until I could no longer bear it and gave you part of my soul. Regardless of the beliefs of others, it is in human power to do so. And I did. To ensure you would never feel alone. To protect you beyond the point of myself.

And when you said we would be together forever, I committed. Casting my hopes and dreams asunder, I wrapped myself around you. My dreams were those you had given me. I couldn't wait for us to live together and raise a family together - at a point in my life when I dreaded the thoughts of marriage and children. I committed to them because they were yours. Not even my family or my love of knowledge could withdraw as much out of me.

However, I never seemed to be the only one. You seem to have this talent for it. There is just something about you that makes the rest only whitenoise. Mere static barely distinguishable. There is no end to what others will go through for you.

I want you to know, that if this is the case - if these are your intentions - you can kindly fuck off. I will not stand for it and I refuse to be regarded as The-Girl-With-YOURNAME. Those days are gone and you've burned up all those chances.

Our lives have followed different paths. And if we are meeting again, at a new crossroads in which you are no longer the person you used to be, then I will allow your presence. But if you are expecting things to be like they were then, I will leave you to it here. And I will erase all potential for us to meet again in-so-far as I am capable of. I need you to be human. And if you cannot, than you are not worth the time.

I am not saying that it will be easy, as my humanity allows me to be boldly honest. I still love you, and I am very afraid I always will. But I do not need anyone to help me stand tall.

And I will stumble and break and I know that no matter what, I will be here to save me. Because I was when you left me for dead to live your life the way you wanted. I remembered me when you had forgotten my name. And I rocked myself to sleep at night when I couldn't sleep without you. And I consoled my self when I cried until being sick. And I stitched up the wounds you left, raw and bleeding. And when my body did not have the energy to breathe I forced it through the motions. And when every morning I awoke wracked my body with pain I forced myself to stand.

And I am scarred, and I am ruined, and I am broken.

But I am beautiful.

So here is your cross, and your nails. And you can take back this crown of thorns - for I have no need to martyr myself for you any longer.

So here I stand, Judas. Waiting at this crossroads. It's time you pay for your own sins. If you can recognize your transgressions I will allow you to walk beside me, for whatever time as fate allows.

But know this, should I hear the jingle of silver in your pockets again we will make use of that cross again. And you can have a taste.