How to Walk With Confidence Through a Dark House

"Fill the house with things and people that deserve to be knocked over, upended, smashed flat, broken, spilled, cracked, punched, kicked in the face and cursed at. Turn off the lights. Walk."

hmmm

So I've spent all day today, organizing the office into the simplest manner possible. That anyone no matter who you are could find anything pertaining to anything that they are looking for. On Friday morning I start my 3 month vacation..../young persons crises/ Back to Vancouver in a couple of weeks, my brother in law is flying out to visit me there. Ppl better not be touching shit on my desk while I am gone for this extended period of time. I am going to sneak in from time to time to set up little booby traps that will tell me if someone has been using my desk. Although it could just end up being the cleaner.

Remember ...when friends were new, dreams were un-shattered and worries few...when recess was too short and life was too long...decisions came easily without need to belong...when storks delivered the babies and passions weren't so strong...friendships were un-broken...right was right, and wrong was wrong...when bad things didn't happen...when only skinned knees brought tears and the night light in it's socket quieted all our fears...when farewell meant just for summer and real friends didn't part...the fun went on forever and never left a broken heart.

I wish I was a little kid again when all I wanted for my birthday was cupcakes for my entire class & for everyone to sing happy birthday to me.. and money never mattered because when I was little.. --» [ whatever i wanted i always got ]

I’m just an immature little kid.
I sing when I walk down the street.
I still pee with the door open and dance to the sound of the shower.
My favorite holiday is Christmas & I stay up extra late. .
When it rains I run outside in the mud.
Growing up is for nerds. <3

gave up

I had a whole post typed that that encompassed pretty much everything from when I last posted. So than I hit publish, and my whole post was deleted and blogger told me to try again. So than I gave up...

"Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go."

I'll try again when I muster up the courage.