What's new with you? Things are good here. Summer is passing, the sickly heat is going away and I'm doing more outdoors things again. I have been working to improve my culinary skills and I have to say I do pretty well nowadays. I like them and I have to say Chuck the chiwauwa (I don't know if that is correct spelling) likes the meatloaf.
I work in a lot of ERs. A lot of people hit up ERs early in the mornings for medical situations at night. As a result I usually do my thing and leave the ER around 6 am. I get a beautiful sunrise at times. I think it's so strange that my way to beautiful sunrises is through the death and sickness of the ER. There are beautiful things in my line of work. It's a wonderful life.
I swear there is an alligator in a trench-coat in the corner of the room watching me. I think it's just a trick of the shadows though.
I think the early 20s are a prime age for dying. The reason I say that is that I drive a fair amount and I see these stickers on people rear windows "in memoriam of, we miss you, our beloved daughter. The one I saw today said "gone fishing forever." It was my favorite so far. The stickers all have dates on how long the person lived. This may be because people are out doing a bunch of active stuff in their early 20s, drinking in their early 20's or some other reason I don't really know. Either way, the early 20's seems like a good time frame to end up with your name on someone's window.
Well I got a new haircut recently. You ever see those kids that get Barbie dolls and cut their hair in all different lengths? Well that's kind of what I look like now. I dread haircuts. I don't blame the hairstylist though. I blame the lord for giving me such a screwed up head of curly hair.
How do you describe your perfect day? I've always thought mine would be waking up with a pretty yet spontaneous and funny girl (presumably whomever I'm dating) who would kidnap me for the day and do free, yet fun stuff for the day. Oh yeah, and the sun better be out, I hate rain.
I have been having nightmares lately. I can't tell you why, but I have. I keep a pad next to the bed and I wrote something down this morning while sleeping: Shoes for orphan souls. I have no idea what it means.
Did I ever tell you that when I was 18, I wanted to travel to Tibet and be a Buddhist monk? It would never have worked. For one I love conversations and wouldn't do too well with quiet time. For another I enjoy the physical pleasures of life a bit too much to give them up. But I wonder what life would have been like? I look good in an orange toga too.
Well I'm off, just a check in to say hello. Be good to one another.
I work in a lot of ERs. A lot of people hit up ERs early in the mornings for medical situations at night. As a result I usually do my thing and leave the ER around 6 am. I get a beautiful sunrise at times. I think it's so strange that my way to beautiful sunrises is through the death and sickness of the ER. There are beautiful things in my line of work. It's a wonderful life.
I swear there is an alligator in a trench-coat in the corner of the room watching me. I think it's just a trick of the shadows though.
I think the early 20s are a prime age for dying. The reason I say that is that I drive a fair amount and I see these stickers on people rear windows "in memoriam of, we miss you, our beloved daughter. The one I saw today said "gone fishing forever." It was my favorite so far. The stickers all have dates on how long the person lived. This may be because people are out doing a bunch of active stuff in their early 20s, drinking in their early 20's or some other reason I don't really know. Either way, the early 20's seems like a good time frame to end up with your name on someone's window.
Well I got a new haircut recently. You ever see those kids that get Barbie dolls and cut their hair in all different lengths? Well that's kind of what I look like now. I dread haircuts. I don't blame the hairstylist though. I blame the lord for giving me such a screwed up head of curly hair.
How do you describe your perfect day? I've always thought mine would be waking up with a pretty yet spontaneous and funny girl (presumably whomever I'm dating) who would kidnap me for the day and do free, yet fun stuff for the day. Oh yeah, and the sun better be out, I hate rain.
I have been having nightmares lately. I can't tell you why, but I have. I keep a pad next to the bed and I wrote something down this morning while sleeping: Shoes for orphan souls. I have no idea what it means.
Did I ever tell you that when I was 18, I wanted to travel to Tibet and be a Buddhist monk? It would never have worked. For one I love conversations and wouldn't do too well with quiet time. For another I enjoy the physical pleasures of life a bit too much to give them up. But I wonder what life would have been like? I look good in an orange toga too.
Well I'm off, just a check in to say hello. Be good to one another.