“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” -Rumi

“When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.” -Rumi

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. — “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” April 16, 1963

Respect your haters. They are the ones who think you are better than them. -Unknown

You don’t understand, no-one does. When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you’re expected move again only you don’t remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself. You never in your life think that love like this can happen to you. -Francesca, Bridges of Madison County

“Motherfuckin’ tittysuckin’ two-balled bitch!” -Agent Zoil – Paul

Watson, I think I figured it out!

23 May, 2006 /

I’ve been working on something for like…a hundred days. This “THING” i’m working on is making my hair fall out. If you don’t believe me about the hair falling out thing, ask my sister, I think she can actually HEAR it.

So I figured something out while working on this “THING”. I don’t like working on “THINGS”. I like to THINK about working on things.
If you could actually accomplish something by the amount of ‘thinking’ you put into it, this “THING” would kick ass. My house would be clean. My body would be so toned I would try to hump myself. Alas, THINKING about stuff, doesn’t get it done so I have to actually DO it.

oh and Shaun, stop leaving your ghetto ass Del Taco cups on my computer desk. Burger King is okay, but ghetto ass Del Taco…GOTS TA GO.
If you’re bored with me, which there is no shame, cause i’m bored of me too…go check out how my mom stabbed my sister with a knife on her blog.
Kathy whines alot, at least mom didn’t try to shoot her in the stomach like she did me.