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“If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change…”
-Michael Jackson
Y’all. I had to quote Michael.
I have no real opinions on his death really, except to hope it was natural causes, that it wasn’t an OD – because the dude (crazy as he might have been) had children. So, y’know, there’s that. Also… he made a lot of music over the years. Some is classic shit that I have loved and will always love – some of it was a flaming pile of crap. Law of averages and all that.
I’ve been gone awhile. It’s summer and it’s been chaotic and all of that. I have projects I’m working on and irons in the fire and frankly, I have been going through a hard time that I didn’t feel like broadcasting, even under my somewhat anonymous Lyrically blog. Sometimes you get to the point where you realize you can only spew so much venting — and then it’s time to reevaluate, take a look at what’s not working and then figure out how to make it better.
Sure, venting would have gone a long way in the past week to making me feel better. I won’t lie. My brain is CONSTANTLY moving. I was constantly checking and re-checking things in my head – would I have felt better seeing it written out? Probably. I gain a bit of perspective that way. However, I opted a different route, and while it was a somewhat lonelier route (keeping shit bottled up? Ugh – it’s teh suck), I think maybe I’ll be better off. Time will tell, right?
How are all of you? Good? Are you still here? My absence has probably made ya’ll run off. Bear with me. I’ll be back.
“A hitchhiker told me I don’t talk a lot
It made me feel fine, made me quiet…”
-Blind Pilot
Yeah, I’m still here. I have been quiet, I know I have been… Not really much to say. My head hurts. Literally – that’s not a metaphor for any great thing. Right now there is a pain in the top front right part of my head. Hurts like hell. Need some ibu.
Beyond that, I guess all is as it’s been. My husband is back at it workwise, so fortunately the unemployment spell was short lived. That’s a tremendously good thing because he was getting on my damn nerves.
I woke up this morning to a sink full of dirty dishes and stuff everywhere and about lost my shit. Perhaps maybe I should start tracking my cycle better so I don’t go all PMS postal on my family (though maybe if they would put their freakin’ dishes in the sink I wouldn’t have anything to get all disturbed about).
How are all of you beautiful people?
