Chicken Butt

Feeling good right now. Cleaned my laptop inside and out, I’m all comfy’fied in my writer’s nest, good music going on in the background, and the whole house is silent- deep in the dregs of sleep to which I shall soon be receding. I’m sleepy but content to cuddle up in the sunshine and type the morning away into oblivion.

It’s about ten in the morning and I haven’t been to actual bed yet. I took a nap after work from eleven to four so I’m not terribly worried about lack of rest. Since I work the night shift this is pretty normal for me, lol. There’s a little headache forming right behind the surface of my skull but I’m not too concerned about it, it’s either related to all the pollen in the air (which means flowers! and that I can fix it with a pull of Claritin) or it’s because I find it awkward to use my glasses with the laptop (in which case it’s my own fault).

There are a lot of reasons why I’m feeling fantastic and a lot more why I shouldn’t be but I don’t care about any of that. I’m perfectly content to live in my own version of reality for the time being. Right now there’s nothing to deny me the illusion that this is my version of reality and you’re all figments of my beautifully creative imagination and since no one is awake to argue with that… tra, la, la!

While it’s on my mind I wanted to just mention something. The post before this one, Moment, there’s a lot of reasons I didn’t specify what it was I was talking about. One of them was I just didn’t feel like it at the time but now that the bulk of it’s out of my system I’m not feeling all that *gestures vaguely* about it. Another reason I want to touch on this topic briefly is because just after I posted it I realized some bits of it might be constrewed (not in my spell check, too lazy to look it up) as… not so good and while I’m loving the open interpretation people take from my writing I just wanted to clear one thing up. It has nothing to do with suicide, cutting, or any of that jibber jabber.

I wrote Moment about an experience I had on the way to the emergency room a few days after my car accident. By no means was I dying. I’m not willing to explain the details of what I was writing about but… let’s put it like this: My interpretation of life, all of life, and each individuals place in the universe is a lot different from what you might hear about in any religion or known philosophy. The concept is there in most of them but so few of us can look past the politics of what should be seen as nothing more than spirituality to the real heart of things. So what if this book was written by that branch and translated by this one? Who the hell even needs a book at all (the writer part of me is screaming at how I just worded that but you get my point). People can’t seem to see past their own semantics to the bits and pieces of things that unite us all and make the universe a truly beautiful and exciting place to live and to be honest- I’m not even saying this from an overtly religious view point. Looking past what everyone keeps arguing about to get to the bigger picture just seems logical, no deeper thought needed on that matter.

*sigh* Ranting. I’ll stop that now. I’m thinking about making another video blog. Something longer than usual. I don’t know why but the appeal of actually telling my thoughts to a whole bunch of strangers is… well, it’s appealing in an odd way. It’s like free therapy. I get to vent to people I don’t even know and if I don’t like what they have to say? Ha, I can just ignore them and I’m not losing anything. :)

I’m in such an odd mood right now, I loves it.

We’ve redone the purple in my hair, it’s all bright and pretty again. I love how this stuff takes a good couple of months to fade and it’s really easy to apply. This time Ree and I did it ourselves, I hers and her mine. It was fun even though I ended up wearing most of her dye on skin but I think that’s mostly from my finese with opening jars. Don’t ask, long story.

Ah, I don’t work today. It’s great. Don’t get me wrong, I love and need the hours but I like having time off after working hard the past couple of days. Not having work is a drag but feeling like I earned a break and then getting said break? Now that’s pretty cool.

You know what? This post is kind of all over the place.

Oh, well.

You know what else?

Chicken butt. That’s what. :)

Night, dearies.

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