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Heart Shaped Glasses May 30-June 3
I felt really really good. I think it is because I woke up at 6:30 am and went jogging. By 7 pm, It was like I was hallucinating, in a good way, but I wasn't, But I felt like all the things, lights, trees, air wind, was pure pleasure being around. I felt euphoria. I felt like I was living a dream life. I felt like I am was this happy cloud. I felt love. I was love. I stopped and had an OJ and Guacamole and mellowed out a bit, came down a bit. I guess being a little tired makes pleasure flow more naturally from me, and it was like I was in between worlds.
For lunch I had the juicest Grapefruit that was not sour at all but juicy and meaty.
I sat at a desk today, my hair was awesome and so soft. I learned new things. I saw mistakes I never caught before.
I did love, and I felt beauty. I felt so much love, but love that is for who one is, and isn't. Both. That is real love. If I could love one person like that for my entire life, and no matter if this unrequitted, ever, I am so filled with love, that I am eternally satisfied.
I want to believe in Objective reality so bad, but I am so into mysticism as well. I do believe what we see is all there is, but I guess I should be to blame when it isn't satisfying and I have to resort to fantasy and day dreams. Real life can be just as perfect as a fantasy and daydream. I mean, all reality is anyways, is thoughts. There is nothing in reality, that wasn't thought up and given a name.
I feel, I have found something really special. I had no idea how the limits just leave my world. It is beyond what I expected. I am actually going back in time, I am moving into my far, far past and being healed from child on up.
I wake up in the morning so happy, playtime, everything is safe and for the first time, everything is good. I have lived so long trying to "survive" and not fall over the edge, and barely living. Now I am living more than I ever have. I work hard, go to school. I feel Like a kid, and I feel safe.
I do not know where this radiant star energy comes from. I feel I am 5 all over, playing in my room, my music blasted, my face sunburned. I feel I have love back, the love that was never broken, when I was little. The love that held everything together.
I am so lucky to be who I am, and to be born from the parents I have had. I have had the best life. I have the warmest brother and sister. I am a little estranged from my sister but she is coming the end of the month. I love her so much for who she is, and who she isn't. It brings tears to my eyes when I saw my brother. He has a double chin and is aging. He was the most beautiful child. He was my dream. Now I see a virtual eventual shell of an old person , and I want to cry, for broken dreams, unfulfilled dreams, I have had for him. When we were little, we had dreams of conquering the world. I hate cooked food, I hate it, it is enemy number one, it kills all that is beauty.
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I think I found the source, I think, the source of all love. I have. It took a lot for me to breakthru, but I feel it and it is more beautiful than anything, and so powerful. Wow people can spend a lifetime looking for this type of power and never find it, and I really feel it, like its normal. I feel it and so what. It is like waking up and being the most beautiful girl on the planet. " SO what" It becomes normal. I know how I have been feeling, lately , is not normal. It is way above average. Ok so I feel amazing, now what? Then what? What do you do with that?
I have what I need, I have what I love, no matter what happens, I have that which I love. That is the coolest thing I have ever heard. THAT YOU COULD LOVE AND NOTHING THAT HAPPENS WOULD EVER TAKE YOU AWAY FROM IT
You love for that which is and isnt'. Plus it is nice to put your love somewhere that will always be solid.
I am going to make some watermelon juice
I went jogging at 6 am. I pulled a muscle the night before carrying a bike, in my lumbar region, and when I went jogging I looked like I was going real slow. It's ok now. I love to run, my girlfriend is so awesome. She says the weirdest things to me. We roll out of bed at sunrise and jog without even looking at each other, then the sun rises and all the joggers come out and we go get drinks of water on this really nice golf course. We leave without saying goodbye or waving, and go back to bed before work. That early we are on auto pilot. She was sad I got my haircut and not by her dream hair cutter guy, like she has been nagging me about.
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I feel like love has spit out some water and it is singing.
I feel like your brains warm my thoughts.
I feel.
This way today.
I feel I can see unlike I am used to.
There was a guy in the 60's who they studied on LSD and he spent an hour trying to photograph the most amazing folds in a couch seat cover. I feel like I see that kind of beauty naturally. I just see everything as very clean and radiance. Plants glow in beautiful natural colors, music feel so good. It's good. I feel loved. Loved by some odd fix in time, that just came suddenly.
I know where to put love. I know what to do with it.
My bracelet E gave me, from Spain, jingles a little. I feel like at work I have to hush it. It's like tamborines now, when I type. My watch from Switzerland is over it. It has a little MURREN flower, over it.
I have three buttons on my hemp backpack, my dad sent me. One says, KFC with a red line thru the middle, and another one says, " Artists make lousy slaves" and the other one says, " Cirque Du Soleil's The Beatles LOVE"
I got a stuffed monkey stuffed in my lamp. My cell phone has a tachyon disk with a "Contesta Rock hair" sticker, over it. I have some dvds of IN LIVING COLOR season one on my bed.
There are bras on my drawers and books on my wooden cupboards. There is an empty vase, my graphic tablet pen holder and a water on my stereo speaker.
My rats run on the wheel, in their cage, in the bathroom. I think I want to let them go tonight. I do. Maybe after midnight.
May 31
There I was today, sitting at a desk, at work, eating grapefruit when no one is looking. I deal in paperwork, all day, like insurance, for example, but I always stop, when I have a photocopy of someone's id. I see a face, and I always have to double take. I see people, looking at me. I am so busy, but when I catch a face looking at me, on paper, I stop, and look. It's always a very intimate moment, I feel I am with that person.
Mostly older people, I see, and it's like, I feel I am with them for a second. When would I ever be face to face with these people, of Miami, but here at a desk , in an office. I ponder their lives. I look at them. I see Esquivel or Xiomara, looking at me, always old, short, fat, lost, sick, sad, loved by someone and good looking once. I read their reports. It makes me sad to look upon them, that is why I am so struck. I could not imagine myself in their bodies. I see pain. I see pride sometimes. I see things.
99 % of the people who come, it seems, to get MRI's, Ultrasounds, Bone Xrays, Ct scans, etc..all come because of " headaches" or "back pain"
I am like, " that's it? a headache?" They go thru all this, just for a headache, or diarrhea. I am thinking to myself, I have a backache, does that mean, I have to go get Xrayed?
Plus 99% of all of the test outcomes are " Normal". Alot of money and hard work, just for headaches and nothing wrong.
I do see some 30 something women, who are attractive, with breast tumors, and I think of it, as I look at their face, on their Fl Id card. Normal, every day women. Or men, who are walking around with catheters, noone knows about. I see faces of women walking around with burning uti's. On paperwork.
I am so unbelievably happy there. I love it so much. I wrote down some neat Latin/Spanish names from the patient lists. There are a ton more. I just don't want to write them all down.
Here are my faves:
Women:
Exupera Eusebia Zelmira Eufemia Aracely Genoveva Esneda Migdalia Zenia Candida Hildelisa Senua Hersila Jormary Yenny Yajaira Yanet Zoa Vilma Yuneivy Pierina Jovita Teggy Zulma Magalys Yenifer Orquidea Araselia Yorca my fave: Emerenciana
Men
Jhonny Eloy Obdulio Helio Clarivel Ibrahin Vingilio Wilfredo Filiberto Gerson Elicier Cervando Raimundo Salustiano Adalberto Bilvach Otoniel Hildomilio Reinel Restituto Perdomo Dagoberto Alcibiar Saturnino Perdomo Cosme Lucenit Bictor Evelio Eliezer Osvaldo Amparo my fave: Notoroberto
I love it there, I am so happy to be there.
Sigh. This weekend there will be more transformation, of me. I am excited.
Breakfast: Watermelon Juice. I also got Sugar cane juice. I was radiating at work today.
Lunch: Grapefruits. Also mashed Avocado and Pico de gallo.
Dinner: Smoothie of Bananas, dates and Persimmons and a few Cherries
I went shopping for all these office clothes. I look really different. I prefer wearing gowns all day, but this will do. You have to. You have to dress really kind of uniform like in a busy office.
I overheard people talking today. My coworkers. They talk about their kids, sometimes I hear them calling their kids and husbands. I hear muffled kids voices I hear what they eat, Pizza, Rice and Beans, Bacalao and Picadillo.
I just came back from the grocery store The wind blows my dress and hair, and my eyes go out of focus as I feel so good. I feel so good just walking around or going under these huge trees, all making wind leaf noises. I feel so good walking around and then people talk to me, and its like whoa. Where did that come from. People walking their dogs, I say hi to all dogs. Always. I will always talk to dogs anywhere around me. More than people. I call all dogs, " Puppies"
I lie here dreaming, and feeling good. I feel joy and freedom. I love where I live so much. I love my life. I love things too.
I called my professor. It scared me, the change in him. I could see and feel, he feels torn, that I am his student and we talk and email. He told me how he never has talked to any of his students before, outside class. I get the implication that he feels guilty. He must have it all figured out, this thing called life. I didn't know we were doing anything bad? I really did not mind, but was sad. Sad that this good happy thing, isn't good for him. I think he wanted me to say, " No, No, don't be worried", But I just listened and accepted what he was saying. Silent and accepting.
I can stop talking to him easily. That's ok.
He wants to get together at the end of the month, on the beach, so it is kind of contradictory, what he is all about, or saying. He was the one who started emailing me, as well, fyi. I think I will step back for a while. All I want was someone cool to be friends with.
He , in his upset, told me he was worried about grading me. He felt he had to be nice to me. I said No, please give what I deserve. I respected him, when he said that, and assumes he takes pride in being a good , fair, teacher. But then, he contradicts himself, by telling me he'll give me extra credit, if I send a photo of how I look at the moment.
( I said no)
So my professor has a few quirks. I accept him. The way he is and isn't. Hope we be friends. He was such a nice person for a while. I hope he can be again , and forgive me, for being a student.
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Mrs. S, at work, I noticed today, has plastic surgery. I was standing behind her, and could see her eyeballs, from behind her, as she was reading papers, away from me. I look at her Rolex watch, with glittering stones. I stare at her necklace, and wonder who gave it to her, if it was a gift. I look at her gold ring. I stare at her diamond ring when she shows me papers. I notice she wears high belts, slim skirts, high heels, and she may have breast implants too. Her hair is not dyed and it's beautiful. I admire her, she smells like rain. She talks to me and I can smell her, and she looks at me with those fake blue contacts. She talks in an accent. Alot of times, I don't hear or see her, because I am in my own head, filtering what she is saying. But I learned today, I have to stop that. I have to step outside my thoughts, of what she is saying, and actually listen.
JUNE 1
Today there has to be something in the air.
I got an email from just about everybody I know. People I have not heard from in a long time, all wrote me today. My email count, was like 50. I cannot explain it. My sister is in town today. My dad wrote me. I got photos sent to me. I got kind words, and regards. People I have not heard from in a long time. Paris, even. Maybe it is this TROPICAL STORM that is coming. Old friends, they all wrote me today. Even acquaintances wrote me, they missed me. Missed me? Where did I go? My NY friend wants to move to Miami. That would be fun. I said Coral Gables is the best place to be. It is.
My friend K called me and was sad, on my messages. There was a death in her family, and she disappeared from my wavelength, now she wants me "to accept her back" as a jogging partner. What kind of foolishness is that?
All this love is flooding back to me, like a mirror and my image. Coming around, surprise, they are coming round. Tenderly I believe in miracles and coincidences and all that stuff. Look at what happens to me. There are forces outside of me, that I create, that I do not even know.
I really am part of this thing called life, life as a river of love, real obsession of love. Passion and adoration, worship of beauty. I like being told I am awesome, I like fan mail.
My friend in Paris wrote me this, good point
"I am eating almost exclusively fruit and vegetables now. A little broader
menu than you but similar.
In thinking about you, I thought that many times people choose others based
on what attracts them now as opposed to what type of person they want to be
with 20 years from now. Sometimes they are the same, many times they are
not. So, the challenge sometimes is to realize that happiness 20 years from
now is based on things you hold dear but which may not necessarily be the
basis of a physical attraction now. If you are very lucky, you get both. But
the quest is to make sure that you spend time now developing relationships
with those people who do have those things which will endure.
The heart counts most. Think of others, give to others, and most of the time
you are repaid many times over."
I am not sure about sacrificing for, or giving, to others, as he suggests. I bet he thinks I am generous, to the undeserved. I am not. I am libertarian. I think that is where people have failures, when they do things for others. It is never appreciated, if not earned. Maybe he means I should give to others, by givingto myself, and that would inspire people.
Everything I am going to do now and for the future , is for my own pleasure and happinesss. The love that raises all. The love that grows seeds. I can be generous if it pleases me to be. I can be loving, if it makes me happy. But I am not going to give, for the sake of "giving" to others. Giving to the others helps noone . It just bleeds us all. It is hopeless. One must WORK and use the BRAIN!!!
I do this for humankind. Power of the self. I think humans have the power to be heroes. We need to work hard and earn stuff. Earn love, earn money. Really deserve it, and feel like we truly deserve it/ WOW. That is power.
I hope we become better friends.
Oh I had this daydream. I was talking to myself, as if "I" were a friend of mine, like me as a twin, and what I saw scared me. I saw myself, but being that it is myself, I could see right through me. But I pretended to talk to myself. Like tell "myself" what I see ( in myself, as if I was standing in front of me) I saw, my inhibitions and fears of my body or insecurities of my looks. What I try to hide, etc. how I look to others, yet others do not know what I am thinking. Yet watching myself, I see exactly where and why I do things. You need to see it.
For example, this lady told me she was this amazing confident woman, yet saw a videotaping of herself. She was rubbing her pants legs alot and doing weird things with her hands, that looked awful. We all know why we do things, when we do them, while we watch ourselves, outside of ourselves and we can choose what we want to keep and not. We see what holding onto things costs us.
I felt awesome today at work. Finally rain. There was a drought and all the sugarcane juices were scarce. I biked home soaked, to the skin. How awesome is that?
I stood and felt so much love. I did. I stood there and felt it.
I did excellent work, mostly because 4 overstuffed envelopes of my mistakes were set back to me from RSI. I had to do them all over. I learn like that the best.
I asked around, about all the radiation. All the machines. I was told that the Techs get tested, occasionally, and if the radiation tested is at a certain point, they cannot work for 3 months. So they are real careful. I go into the rooms sometimes, all dark, ominous, huge body cavity machines and all sorts of massive equipment. All for headaches and diarrhea. One girl, said she wasn't planning on getting pregnant again, so she isn't worried. One lady told me she did Mammograms and I said "ouch". I felt maybe that was an insult?
One lady looked at my Jesus bandaids I got at Urban Outfitters, covering my fingers from papercuts. I am not sure if she got the humor. Her friend, thought I was religious, and liked them. " Eso es Hesu Christu!"
I filled out paperwork, declining geting vaccinated, are you kidding me? lol!
Breakfast WATERMELON JUICE and SUGARCANE JUICE!! I MADE THE LADY, at the cuban coffee place, MAKE IT FOR ME
She tried to say there was no sugar cane, because she was lazy, and I made her look. I stood there and told her, yes there was CANA!!! I was right. I need my goddamn sugar cane juice now UGHHH :#
Lunch GRAPEFRUIT, PICO DE GALLO mixed with AVOCADO
Dinner AVOCADO, DATES, PERSIMMONS and SMOOTHIES
I found some pictures of Dr. S on the computer at work. He was standing next to all these giant machines, and then there was like a tour of the place. They have a hospital in Hialeah, Miami, as well.
His wife, and my blonde manager, invited me in on some gossip of the place. I felt a little bad, about laughing, but not until later. One of the Xray Tech's girlfriend keeps calling him, all day long. They were saying how she must be so jealous of him, working with all these pretty girls, and they were telling me after a girl has a baby, she gets all jealous. Married mothers letting me in. They were laughing and pretending they were her, "jealous, of all the pretty girls", he works with, and they looked at me, and I guess we are all pretty, I agreed. Then they told me how everything changes when you have a baby. I felt a litte " included". I looked at her office, it was so nice and clean, new and hospital like. I stood there while they gossiped, waiting, for her to give me the paperwork I needed. I need to relax and stop being so uptight.
The Ultrasound nurse I was very nice to , and even trained her, in Emedrec programs. She is pretty, has nice teeth, and very latin beauty. She wears makeup. She speaks little English, so I talk in Spanglish. She hangs around my desk when not busy.
Another blonde nurse came in , on her day off, and looked so different. She had fake boobs protruding out tight tops and makeup and hair, tight jeans, jewelry, heels, etc. Alot different than scrubs. Some girls are pretty like that. I like scrubs more. I like her natural beauty, nice hair, nice face and soft lips. She trained me and I sat next to her, in a chair, all one day long.
There is an empty avocado shell on my bed.
I let my albino pet rats go, last night. Liberation. Before I got all those comments, on my blog, telling me not to. I feel the world is a safe place. I feel bad today, though, with all the rain. There are plenty of places those rats can hide and live. I might go looking for them later. They will come to me if I call them. I am sure they will want to live outside. I feel confident they are fine, happy and ok. Except for the rain, but we all have to live with rain, don't we?
From the Bellagio Hotel In Vegas: My friend has a Nikon D200, it's so awesome. On basic Auto and Auto focus, it still looks nice.
June 2
Anyways, at lunch I overheard someone say our leader, at Landmark, this African American lady, Noelle, was the inspiration for "The Oracle" in the movie The Matrix. I said "Whoa, what?". Three People looked at me saying, " You didn't know the Movie, The Matrix was originally, a Landmark SELP project? "Everyone in it had to take the Landmark Forum, too. I totally see the forum in that movie. Totally. I am being coached, by THE ORACLE. Let me see if I find a clip
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KbEnlTJbOYY
Habitat for humanity was originally a SELP project. So many more really successful charities and stuff like Dancing for the Blind, etc..That hotel in Texas that took in Katrina victims, was a Selp project, they were on the news. I Heard so many miraculous stories. About making a difference. I want to write a book. But one that makes a difference. And the Community I want to make a difference in is the Raw food world. I am not sure why I didn't pick the Fruitarian world, it's maybe because I got something weird going on in that world, but I am going to find all this out! I may even scratch that and work on THE WORLD. We have three months and our own coaches and we meet on weekends and monday Nights until August.
Lot of work on ourselves.
Today we drew maps of our community. I have so many. I thought the world was the world, but I have little groups, pockets of community.
Work, Family, Extended family, Girlfriends, Boyfriends, Lovers, Raw Food world, Fruitarian world, Animal Rights group, School, THE WORLD, etc and we worked on seeing where we have been pretending, hiding something from, or have inauthenticities..it's real deep. I also can see in each pocket, how they all LISTEN to me. I got a lot of work to do, and have a lot of transforming, that is for sure! I always thought the world is bad or wrong, like there is fixing to be done. It's not at all, that is just me.
I got today that our transformation occurs in how the world listens to us. There is no self in self expression, it is only done in how others see us. We need to be responsible for how others see us, because only in others, how they see us, can we live transformed lives, so deep. They prove this. Totally makes sense. Totally unmessableTransformation is how people listen to us, if we have enrolled the world in the possibilities we have created.
Like at work, people may listen to you one way, respect you , think you work hard, but when you go to Parent's home, you are listened to as a little kid, versus when you are with your lover, you are listened to another way, ..and that is how you show up and act...in the listening of others,
So we are transforming how people listen to us, which is a thing in itself, by sharing and enrolling them in our vision, of our own transformation, or our project, so that they are moved, touched and inspired. We do this, and practice and people call us on our act.
In our act there is no room for anything to be accomplished. Anything that stops you, is an act
Like for me, I had no ride tonight, and was worried and then worried some more, but inside of that, I cannot do anything, and so I ignored it, and its hard, I lose focus, I want so bad to worry about something, I just went there knowing nothing, and got there and found a ride, just like that. The act keeps us from everything we want. it's worry stress, fear of failure, leave me alone, I don't like you, I don't want to , I can't, etc..inside of that, we can not be heroes. Or even anything. It is our enemy, and will never go away, but now I can see it, and choose what I want.
The act is so pernicious, we see it in others and they don't, they even pull out their act , which we are introduced to, and we laugh so hard about it, because you can't see when you are doing it, unless called on, and its such a breakthru. To see people, so GETTING IT..You have to be there. I can choose now. I can start to see it hourly.
I want to be my possibility, and my coach will only talk talk to me as my possibility, nothing else. Oh this is big, real big. I am so amazed. Nothing else is this important right now. I am the possibilty of Love. Whatever inspires me, as new, in the moment. Free from the past, and what the past says is possible. You should see us all, screaming, beaming, excited, we really act like a strange cult, we are so transformed. Where do you ever see people, like this? never.
It's a new level. The Landmark Forum was about US, picking scabs. The Advanced Course was about groups and discovering what stops you in group, and also being with people...and this SELP is the WORLD..
I ate a salad today at Sweet Tomatoes, I had to follow everybody else for dinner. I hated it. I feel gross and overstuffed, greens do not digest as well as fruit. I don't think at all, because of cellulose. I am going to clean up my mess and be a good fruitarian. I promise. I want integrity. I have to be honest. I want to be really transformational and to do that I have to come clean. I want to have Incredible Health...and insane joy. Fruit is so magic.
Other than that I had an avocado, banana and a persimmon smoothie
Fruit is the best kept secret, ever. Like that book "The Secret" it should be about fruit. It's that great.
JUNE 3
OOh how rare, a SPANISH Fruitarian CURE book. Like the Grape Cure, but with all sorts of tropical fruit. I can't read it, really, But it's cool. I found it under my mess inside my office desk.
I had a quart of OJ. I bought raw guacamole, it was bad. I notice even a little bad. I am now eating watermlon chunks.
My landlord came over, raised rent and talked about Jamaica for an hour. He sat right next to me on the couch and told me about how there is this magic river, in Jamaica people go to , they go in, with wheelchairs and come out, walking. He told me he put Marijuana leaves in his salad when he goes there. He talked on and on and I sat there trying to listen, meanwhile worryng why I am locked out of my Adobe Creative Suite Software, I need, for school. He told me he boils tap water and about his place in Tahiti. He told me all the fruit trees growing in his yard in Miami. I sat there, kind of blank, a space for his words to fall into, I listened.
I am eating watermelon chunks, and it's bad. I am such a hardcore rawie have to have everything fresh. It does not taste fresh.
My sister is in town, but I have not seen her yet. She is skinnier than me because some girl dumped her. She won't eat anything. She is going to a Love Addiction workshop on Miami Beach tonight. I admit, I laughed , when I heard that. I sent her a bunch of books I read and thought were cool, and others like Pam Anderson's novel, which I have not.
Plus my brother's baby is coming tonight, on a plane from Houston with his mom. I will see him Tuesday. My baby brother's baby. And his girlfriend.
I am addicted to love, it is my life. Maybe I should go to this Love Addiction workshop. What do people do, read poetry, listen to beautiful music, paint, and say beautiful things?
My mom came over and cleaned my place.
We talked about her going back to school. She said only 2 more years and she can be a lawyer. She just took the Landmark forum, so she has seen a little, of the matrix of her life.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuD-b6_wyl4
I took a real estate sales broker course, a while ago. I can get a car, retake the exam, and do that, if I want.
Why I said this, is my friend J gave me a ride home. He is 26 and doing so well for himself as a realtor. He came here 8 years ago as foreign exchange student and stayed. He owns property, sent for his mom in Puerto Rico, and has his own business. He has been all over Switzerland, Paris, Germany, Tokyo, the list goes on. I thought about it. I did take the course. He interviewed me last night about my life. Guess what, I told him the truth. When do we ever tell people the truth about our lives? Nothing intense, just I was real, about myself. SO AWESOME to take risks like that, and realize, I was scared of what?
http://www.jose-fernandez.net/
I am wearing a red dress. It is long. I got it on Espagnola way for 70 bucks. I have no makeup. I have been sitting here setting up my new email accounts. My place is so clean. I got Flowers in my living room. I have thai coconuts in my fridge. I have a three ring binder on my bed, with clear cover pocket, with a paper inside, that says
"DIPLOMA" and a drawing of a horse. From Ishetar in Iceland, a riding school. It says my name, and the rest is Icelandic. I have my wallet on my bed, with two cats sewn on them. This was a gift from my friend Lee, years ago.
Here I am writing a diary of what HAPPENED. Wouldn't it be funner to write about all the awesome things that will happen? I agree, much better.
My professor is writing me again. How nice. So soothing. I feel so good. He is in a good mood.
I wrote Krystal to go jogging tonight. I need to get out. I need to run, like a broken doll. That will fix me. I need to circle the Granada golf course with all the mansions. Pristine and quiet. Peaceful and brand new. I want to look at Gigantic trees. I want to see nice cars. I want to run by little dogs getting walked. I want to hear the wind and feel love. I want to feel euphoric. I want my fruit high. I want to close my eyes and be in love.
Watch this it is awesome!!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpVCz32Wp4Q
My friend Krystal came over. We watched "History Boys". I was ehhh. We had a smoothie. I opened up a thai coconut and it was bad. I was sad. We are going jogging at 7 am. She is going to Puerto Rico fo 2 months, I forgot why. We talked about transformation.
I am going to go to sleep. I had a good day. It was nice. I am very satisfied. I feel good. I know tomorrow I wll be very happy. I do, I will be kind and sweet tomorrow and everything I WANT
I already have.
"People eat to feel full, people eat for taste, people eat because they are afraid to talk to others. I eat to feel beautiful."
This is the most inspirational sentence I have read in a very long time. Thank you for posting that, Suvine.
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Thank you lovely lady
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Don't let those hags get you down, sweet suvine. And don't ever ever ever show them any weaknesses or let them see you rattled. They are trying to get rid of you. You scare them because they are scum, trash.
I know you probably do, but....Keep your beautiful head held high and continue to make them look like the worthless pieces of shit they are by being your amazing self!
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I just discovered your beautiful blog. I find such inspiration and interesting things here. I wanted to let you know that I can relate to the crazy people in your office..thank goodness two of them are leaving! Hold your head up high as you are in a higher place than them. Best wishes. Beth
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Thank you, it takes a while for me to post these comments because of a slow connection, but thank you for commenting.
Where do these creatures come from? Thank you. It boils down to me, though, maybe I should be more tolerant of anger in others, I take it so personally and am like back off.
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Right. Thank you for being on my side.
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