Hi friends!   So, I mentioned once or twice that I'm now in this blogger community called 20-something Blogger s (20sb).  Today (or actually, yesterday, but we know how I am about being on time for things...with 1960's hippie ideals and a love for all things Apple [the brand].    God, I love this city. God, I love the people I have met. Goodbye, little Iowa hillbilly girl. Hello urban city hipster wannabe. 

Yay! It's here! Or, it was here! But it's gone already. Being, as I am, a shallow follower of trendy internet-based fads -- often as not, rather sparkly sissy girly internet fads -- I recently... propositions for adventure and excitement those carboard(ish) covers might hold! I can scarcely wait to get my copy of Wreck This Journal in the mail... again... and dive between those covers with Keri

Ham quiche with mixed veggies and sharp cheddar. Also picked up six ears of white corn.

Well, friends, I have officially reached superstar status. As most of you know, I recently transitioned from journaling-about-stuff-mostly-just-for-her-friends-to-read to (attempting) actual "blogging".  At this point, as far as I know, regardless of how large an audience I'm writing for, the actual size hasn't really changed :).  Oh well. But now...who knows what insanity could ensue!  My friend...

I had a migraine tonight when I was eating dinner. Could barely see. As it is I need the money to go to the eye doctor. I'm having a lot of trouble seeing. Just another side effect of stress, and poverty...advice of a dead singer. Yeah, I'm sane. Or maybe insanity is the way to go? Just let go and wash down the river to the sea. Yeah that's the way to go. You can tell I get maudlin in my own insanity

This is the first chance I've had to do anything on the Internet all day. I had an appointment at noon today, then went to the office, then home to mow the lawn, then painted the bathroom, then walked...love then from afar), then home to feed Zeus, then to the dinner to do a tarot reading, and finally got home around 1 AM. Zeus was out again, late night snack has been had and now it's time for bed

I do not feel like I can open up to him right now. My words are full of poison today. I desire to have a happy meeting. I plan on doing this alright. I will make myslef and show myself creatively. I...actually need to get off this chair and start doing things. burst of tears. moments of prayer, preening, phone call, email check, stone in throat, phone call, decision making heading out the door

Well, it looks like the economic downfall of New Jersey real estate must have been averted because the listing prices of homes coming on the market is back up to that of last year, and the year before...appraises and the sale goes through I'll actually get a paycheck and be able to keep my house and my life without suffering anymore losses due to the foolishness of the masses. I. Want. Money. Now

Should really be sleeping or studying, but here I am again. Just winding down, thinking things through. I actually think that over time, writing essay after essay has killed my journaling skills. Instead of being able to use poetic language to describe fine details or convey any sort of emotion, I've been forced to use analytical, logical words that don’t seem natural to me. I can't wait until this...

I wish I could sleep, but the stress levels prevent me from getting the rest I need. So instead I'm awake trying to figure out how to get the money I need to survive for another month, and how to get out...drop into a deep coma-like sleep from which I never wake; one where my mind drifts endlessly in a dreamscape of insanity. Oh well. Time to try to sleep. My computer wants to shut down. I'll let it