Head’s killing me. Damn pills.
I went off the deep end on someone yesterday instead of spending enough time educating as to why something was offensive. It’s not something I’m proud of. It was wrong. Sorry, Chelsey. I shouldn’t have done that.
What is wrong with me? I can’t get it together at all these days.
Feel like the only time I’m functional is on stage. Piss poor way to live.
What happens when that goes too?
Head’s killing me. Damn pills.
I went off the deep end on someone yesterday instead of spending enough time educating as to why something was offensive. It’s not something I’m proud of. It was wrong. Sorry, Chelsey. I shouldn’t have done that.
What is wrong with me? I can’t get it together at all these days.
Feel like the only time I’m functional is on stage. Piss poor way to live.
What happens when that goes too?
Dark Matter 
May 6th, 2004 at 6:29 am
*Hugs*
Aw, sweetie, it’s okay. In fact, I just wrote about all of this in my journal, and don’t worry, I am not referring to you in particular in my post. Lots of people were upset about this, which was unintended. War is a touchy subject. I completely understand and still adore you. 🙂
May 6th, 2004 at 6:29 am
*Hugs*
Aw, sweetie, it’s okay. In fact, I just wrote about all of this in my journal, and don’t worry, I am not referring to you in particular in my post. Lots of people were upset about this, which was unintended. War is a touchy subject. I completely understand and still adore you. 🙂
May 6th, 2004 at 6:29 am
*Hugs*
Aw, sweetie, it’s okay. In fact, I just wrote about all of this in my journal, and don’t worry, I am not referring to you in particular in my post. Lots of people were upset about this, which was unintended. War is a touchy subject. I completely understand and still adore you. 🙂
May 5th, 2004 at 7:14 pm
What’s Happen’in, Pooh?
How was that vacation?
I think with and for me…it’s something like needing the
wild side of my energy to preform.
Needing my bisons, my gypsies,
my herds of zebras, my migrating
bird flocks, all to get through the lousy personality
blocks (I have). I really have to reach so far, and
high, in order to preform that it can alter my
consciousness and personality in some ways that I might
prefer that it wouldn’t.
It’s healthy (for me) to be a hedgehog.
But, the political realities, bite
Right
Now.
I hope you find a chill pill in your medicine chest.
And lots of love from family and friends.
Here’s a song, and some heartfelt help in reserve.
Will be sure to see you soon.
R.
May 5th, 2004 at 7:14 pm
What’s Happen’in, Pooh?
How was that vacation?
I think with and for me…it’s something like needing the
wild side of my energy to preform.
Needing my bisons, my gypsies,
my herds of zebras, my migrating
bird flocks, all to get through the lousy personality
blocks (I have). I really have to reach so far, and
high, in order to preform that it can alter my
consciousness and personality in some ways that I might
prefer that it wouldn’t.
It’s healthy (for me) to be a hedgehog.
But, the political realities, bite
Right
Now.
I hope you find a chill pill in your medicine chest.
And lots of love from family and friends.
Here’s a song, and some heartfelt help in reserve.
Will be sure to see you soon.
R.
May 5th, 2004 at 7:14 pm
What’s Happen’in, Pooh?
How was that vacation?
I think with and for me…it’s something like needing the
wild side of my energy to preform.
Needing my bisons, my gypsies,
my herds of zebras, my migrating
bird flocks, all to get through the lousy personality
blocks (I have). I really have to reach so far, and
high, in order to preform that it can alter my
consciousness and personality in some ways that I might
prefer that it wouldn’t.
It’s healthy (for me) to be a hedgehog.
But, the political realities, bite
Right
Now.
I hope you find a chill pill in your medicine chest.
And lots of love from family and friends.
Here’s a song, and some heartfelt help in reserve.
Will be sure to see you soon.
R.
May 5th, 2004 at 4:17 pm
Everyone goes off the deep end. There’s no reason to shame yourself. The standards you hold yourself to are high- and that’s a good thing, but don’t beat yourself up if you slip. everyone slips, and there’s no need to censor yourself around kind company.
*hugs*
May 5th, 2004 at 4:17 pm
Everyone goes off the deep end. There’s no reason to shame yourself. The standards you hold yourself to are high- and that’s a good thing, but don’t beat yourself up if you slip. everyone slips, and there’s no need to censor yourself around kind company.
*hugs*
May 5th, 2004 at 4:17 pm
Everyone goes off the deep end. There’s no reason to shame yourself. The standards you hold yourself to are high- and that’s a good thing, but don’t beat yourself up if you slip. everyone slips, and there’s no need to censor yourself around kind company.
*hugs*
May 5th, 2004 at 12:36 pm
for all kinds of reasons, in all kinds of ways, we all stumble.
good to hold yourself to a high standard, but maybe also good to cut yourself some slack. i myself have fucked up on *several* occasions in my life, and speaking too soon, too much, and too harshly have all topped the charts, one time or another. (as have speaking too late, too little, and not forcefully enough; life is not only hard, turns out it’s also *complicated*).
paz y poesia.
May 5th, 2004 at 12:36 pm
for all kinds of reasons, in all kinds of ways, we all stumble.
good to hold yourself to a high standard, but maybe also good to cut yourself some slack. i myself have fucked up on *several* occasions in my life, and speaking too soon, too much, and too harshly have all topped the charts, one time or another. (as have speaking too late, too little, and not forcefully enough; life is not only hard, turns out it’s also *complicated*).
paz y poesia.
May 5th, 2004 at 12:36 pm
for all kinds of reasons, in all kinds of ways, we all stumble.
good to hold yourself to a high standard, but maybe also good to cut yourself some slack. i myself have fucked up on *several* occasions in my life, and speaking too soon, too much, and too harshly have all topped the charts, one time or another. (as have speaking too late, too little, and not forcefully enough; life is not only hard, turns out it’s also *complicated*).
paz y poesia.