...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ...
A Journal of Sorts
"scar tissue that I wish you saw
sarcastic mister know it all
close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause
with the bird I'll share
with the bird I'll share
this lonely view"
~ Red Hot Chili Peppers ~
so what, am I giving up on people?... now all I need to do is find the bird, huh?... alas, me thinks prehaps my sarcasm is showing, aye?... damned if I'll sink much lower (he is heard to whisper as he sinks lower)...
well, except for a couple of runs out to the store and drop offs and pick ups (the price of staying with people who don't have cars or aren't driving... not too high, except I need to work full time on finding work so I don't become totally indigent/unemployable) and a break to help clean up and do assorted other chores, I spent most of the day sitting in the busy living room of the trailer online searching job sites and roommate sites, but without the certainty of a phone line I am holding off on sending out more resumes...
since I'm not paying rent for the couch, I splurged on some food for everybody (about seven) and Rasputin stopped by to share in the barbecue dinner (Mina and Barney prepared the food and it was good, though a lot heavier than is healthy... you know, typical American diet... I could definitely use some vegetarian and other healthy influences in this life about now... but in my position thanks to trusting ... {I'll be happy when I stop writing about her influences in here}, I have to take what I can get)...
at least I have a few people who care enough to let me park on their couch for free when I get myself into these ridiculous situations by trusting the wrong people... so there are at least a few right people, huh?... trying to see the bright side with a smile... sigh... what else can happen...
I really shouldn't ask, huh?
did I mention the phone company screwed up and did not put the order for the voice mail through so I'm still missing all calls so the job search is damaged even more and might be shot to hell by now?...
is anybody really crazy enough to want to share everything with me after all I've been through (given these journals only chronical a small portion of this life I've experienced)?... or is it time to give up on humans and talk to the birds... maybe I should write more about the days of wine and roses and luxury vacations and extravagant dinners and comforts and all I've given away?... or maybe I'm the only one like me who actually wants to experience everything as much as possible enough to actualize the experiences?...
it's awfully lonely out here... no wonder people conform...
some day my bird will come...
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