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(oih) Subtle Forms of Protest [29 Jan 2012|09:52am] Do you get as much corporate junk mail as me? Credit card offers from big banks? In each of those envelopes is another pre-paid envelope. Just move all papers into the pre-paid envelope to send back. Literally send a message that you are not interested while helping to keep the Postal Service going.

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(oih) [22 Jan 2012|11:28am] I've been running in the desert, sliding down the hillside ice in ancient graveyards, planning Halloween costumes in my head.

(oih) [20 Jan 2012|09:44pm] I do not miss Toronto.

(2 hois | oih) [09 Jan 2012|08:40pm] I'm building so many charts and graphs right now. The day just flies by. Why the hell do I enjoy this so much? I should have been a Librarian...? On My way back to the U.S. I met an older Asian lady. Her name was Mrs. Beard! She pulled on her invisible goatee while she told me her name. She was a librarian who lived on the coast in Canada with her husband in the summers. Heading home to San Diego.. I recently met and became friends with a flight attendant. It's true! They do fly everywhere and get incredibly cheap tickets. Too bad planes make me sick these days. I hate getting old.. but secretly I really want to be Jessica Fletcher on Murder She Wrote. Hot damn! I'm telling you!- what an exciting life to be 60-something and jet setting the world solving murder mysteries and having silver foxes take you out to dinner. Such manners!

(oih) [06 Jan 2012|09:14pm] Oh brother.

(oih) [02 Jan 2012|06:38pm] Wishy-washy, that’s all it is to me! The way the brazilian leapt up to call up an integer on towards my number, a threaded finger on a telephone he dialed. I twirled my hair around my ankle hoping to catch a foot to swallow. Really, I want to drive through the cliffs of travesty, to find a leaping balance between integrity and the sullen nature of family. The way pills lunge themselves in a sticky substance down her throat, so she croaks instead of talks, her sleeping high eyes blinking so slowly. I tap my foot, impatient. I want to spend time with you, but not in the way it echoes like this. I want to be able to drink fully before I suffocate and here you are, dribbling down my throat, all sticky and bitter, the ennui of taste causing me to convulse until I wonder why I came anyway, why I bother. You were never into saving my soul, you never saw my eyes as anything but spoilt ice. I’m here. He’s crushing the pads of his fingertips into a phone, looking for numbers and names to recite into a dead line I won’t answer. All I know is I won’t suffocate the way you strangle me because.. it's all just so damn.. funny!

(oih) [25 Dec 2011|09:24pm] Oh I do adore Christmas season! Say what you want about it, but the cookies, the dinners, the wine. Oh yes the wine. 2 bottles in and it's hard not to be a sassy fanatic about holiday joy.

(1 hoi | oih) [05 Dec 2011|05:50pm] I hope to no longer draw boundaries around my spiritual beliefs, affiliations, practices, or rituals—calling ‘this’ or ‘that’ my religion. The benefits of serving as a volunteer to life is being able to realise that you cannot force anyone into submission or any direct angle in order to alleviate their pain and suffering. It’s not so much what you believe, or don’t believe, that conveys compassion and comfort towards others- but who you are as an individual and how you express your love.

(oih) [27 Nov 2011|11:30am] Ain't nothin' to it, but to do it!

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