As long as we are machines, we will lose

I am finally saving money. I have been ranting about money situations for what seems like months now, and I am there. So gratifying. Other than that, I feel like I don't have much to talk about. Just trying to keep everything in order so that I don't get overwhelmed. I have to keep my work life and my personal life separate, because work can get so monotonous sometimes and just turn into a boring routine. I enjoy both jobs, I am just trying to find ways to switch my days up so I don't get too stressed out having to do the same thing all of the time. This rant is boring. Hah, see what I mean! I am at home.. I don't need to be talking about work and how much of a routine I find myself to be stuck in.

Next post: I will think out of the box. Talk about movies or books or something.

Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence.

I have not posted in here in quite some time, so I suppose the time is now. A lot has been going on, and then again.. not much has been happening. I have been running around like crazy working doubles almost every day while trying to balance everything else. Now that the new year has hit, everything is starting to calm down a bit. Just what I needed. Honestly. Today I got to sleep in for the first time in weeks. Too good. Everything is seemingly less hectic. Even better.

Basically, just trying to save some money, be a supportive friend, be a good girlfriend, be a loving sister and daughter, be a nurturing dog mom (hah), and make sure I still take time to think about myself. All systems are go. I am feeling good about having balance on my life and as always, bringing home the bacon, so to speak. ;)

I will be sure to update more frequently. Only one blog follows this, but I am sure they will follow along. Til next time!

the beat

The year is twenty seventy-one.
One drum by law has just begun to beat.
You'll be informed on what you'll be,
And correspond if you want to live.

Everywhere, people move to the cadence of just one drum.
Time is here, of what we feared, synchronized by the prosperous ones.

Working class, caste system, adjust.
Pushed down, down, down.
Executive hands are red again,
But correspond if you want to live.

Everywhere, people move to the cadence of just one drum.
Time is here, of what we feared, synchronized by the prosperous ones.

Everywhere, people move to the cadence of just one drum.
Time is here, of what we feared, synchronized by the prosperous ones.

It's a nice story..

I count to three and grin. You smile and let me in. We sit and watch the wall you painted purple. Speech will spill on space. Our little cups of grace. But pauses rattle on about the way that you cut the snow-fence, braved the blood, the metal of those hearts that you always end up pressing your tongue to. How your body still remembers things you told it to forget. How those furious affections followed you. I've got this store-bought way of saying I'm okay, and you learned how to cry in total silence. We're talented and bright. We're lonely and uptight. We've found some lovely ways to disappoint, but the airport's always almost empty this time of the year, so let's go play on a baggage carousel. Set our watches forward like we're just arriving here from a past we left in a place we knew too well. Hold on to the corners of today, and we'll fold it up to save until it's needed. Stand still. Let me scrub that brackish line that you got when something rose and then receded.

Soft Breeze.. ..Harsh Wind

It has either been one or the other.. I guess as far as my mood goes. Sometimes a 45 mile an hour wind is refreshing.. depending on the circumstance. I don't know. It's always wind.. it's always something at least mildly confusing. The tangled web we weave. If everything was the constant calm after the storm, then we as people could not constantly grow.. as far as intellect goes.

My whole talk of natural and unnatural disasters is getting a bit confusing.. even for me. I apologize.