figmentation

hey hey.

my room resempbles a war zone. There is stuff everywhere! I performed my proper domestic duties and the damn place is now a mess! I need more hangers... does anyone want to donate hangers to my empty closet and help get the room cleaned up?


Anyways, Life is progressing kinda crazily... Mom's in the hospital. We don't know what for. She's really loopy. (I think it was the dehydration.) but it scared me. I never cry, yet cry I did afterthat episode. It's weird to think the one person in your life who's always been there is kinda unstable... really scary.

I started my new gig today. It's a coffee shop. (yay) I miss the fast pacedness of that type of environment. The owner is kinda cool, really mellow, With an UBER dry sense of humor, which cracks me up. I think he's also one of those christian types, but not a bible thumper, so all is good there. Tolerance practiced. ya! Otherwize that's all I can think of. my mess of a room is distracting me.

Also. One of my bestest friends is finally realizing the benefits of taking mellow time. He's put everything on hold, is taking out a personal loan and going to therepy. For a man who has never in his life done anythign for himself, this is a big major uber good step. (I always thought he was wound too tight)

Speaking of being wound too tight, I mellowed out yesterday afternoon by lounging on the sand, beneath the sunshine, with the waves and a friend for company. It was pure bliss...
If any of ya'll ever need a break from life, give a buzz, and we'll go loungeand listen to the waves... ahhh.. it was beautiful

but yes, domesticity calls. loves and hugs and kisses,
~ Figment