Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
Belated Day Four:7) Random Song Lyrics. There's one - usually, it's a pretty esoteric one - for every occasion. And they pop up and out, constantly. I hope to have, 'Speaking In Song Lyrics', as my form of dementia, some day.
6) Conspiracy theories. There's loads of them, it seems, and if one tries really hard (and NOT so hard, in some cases) one can apply them in reality. The ever-looming arrival/beginning of Armageddon falls into this category, as well.
5) Related to the above? "The State of This World".
4)
"I wonder what - __fill in the blank__ -
is doing, right now.." - this usually applies to my Obsession Du Jour.
3) Work and my residents - constantly, it seems. I eat/sleep/breathe that place wayyy too much. It drains one; and many times, I come home and have nothing left for my family and/or friends.
2) My family and their safety. Especially where Kids That Have Left The Nest are concerned.
1) "Am I going to Hell?/Fucking up, again?/Doing this right?"
Day Five:6) Gotten a computer. It's too easy to be addicted to - too easy to find Quagmires To Drown In. Too easy to find like-addled individuals. Too easy EVERYTHING.
5) Listened to my husband about art school.
4) Walked away from certain individuals. Maybe passed up on certain circumstances.
3) Gone with and/or slept with certain individuals. Given them my heart, like the maroon that I am -
SO, so gullible. Ye Gods.
2) Met my late husband. Sort of.
If I'd NOT, there'd never have been born my amazing kids. I'd NEVER have been whisked away and held captive in Amish country and MAYBE would have contracted AIDS and died like pretty much everyone else, in our crowd...So, okay. Not sure about this one. Wish things had ended better, then.
1) Started smoking.
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Screwed up, again.
Was so so tired, and laid down and - whoops. Screwed up, again.
Now I have to somehow run around and do my laundry this morning,
in daylight, AND go get my ham for Christmas Eve - I use the term, 'morning', tres' loosely - while The Battle rages. My sister goes in for her surgery this morning. My heart's on the floor with worry, but I've not spoken to her, knowing she'll only give it a good hearty kick. So.
I'll wait.
And see.
And pray.
And get no sleep, I'm sure.
My daughter has loud/obnoxious/possibly violent neighbor problems ( -
beetle_breath, I thought of you). And sort of all-but-asked me to do, 'something witchy' about it.
WHAT.
I MEAN.
WHAT.
I don't do that, anymore. I am not involved with that. And I couldn't really do anything, anyway, because the next new moon's too far away. Maybe I should add THAT to the above
Day Five:-List.
"Don't let the dark into me..", Gary Numan
However, I would hit this like a motherfuckin' freight train: