beautiful sorta

Just to be clear:

November 24
 
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I totes did not send this one.  Poor dead saccharin horse.

dearoldlove:

You made me try Diet Coke. Now I’m addicted. If I ever suffer any conditions that can be definitively traced to massive ingestions of aspartame, I will blame you.

Now Blow Gently

November 19
 
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dearoldlove:

Whether or not it matters, I like sending my feelings for you out into the ether like origami pinwheels.

Dear Corporate World,

November 17
 

I cannot leave you soon enough.

Also, this.

Holly

Job confessions.

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  1. This product that I do customer support for is crap.  Absolute worthless crap.  Well, it actually has a little bit of worth, but you have to wade through all the crap and dig and dodge more crap being thrown at you while digging in order to recover a crap-encrusted piece of worth, which is worse than being absolutely worthless.  In my opinion.
  2. I do not answer the phone when I see it’s from D.C. or Memphis.  I avoid Florida when possible.
  3. As of this morning, I no longer care—at all—about any customer’s problem.  Even though they are genuine problems because, well, see #1.

November 15
 
PostSecret of the week. I don’t think I thought turning 30 without marriage and babies would be the worst thing.  If I ever did think that, it was a loooooong time ago.  There were things that I thought I’d have done by now.  Some of them I’d still like to do, some I really don’t care about anymore, honestly. I’ve known love.  I used to doubt that I had.  I still have a hard time sifting through which ones were love and which ones were lust and which were just making believe.  I believe in love now in a way I didn’t until the very last days, almost, of my 20s.  For that I am thankful. And I’m happy for my fellow 1979er (I assume) who sent this in, too.

PostSecret of the week.

I don’t think I thought turning 30 without marriage and babies would be the worst thing.  If I ever did think that, it was a loooooong time ago.  There were things that I thought I’d have done by now.  Some of them I’d still like to do, some I really don’t care about anymore, honestly.

I’ve known love.  I used to doubt that I had.  I still have a hard time sifting through which ones were love and which ones were lust and which were just making believe.  I believe in love now in a way I didn’t until the very last days, almost, of my 20s.  For that I am thankful.

And I’m happy for my fellow 1979er (I assume) who sent this in, too.

This doesn't happen as much as it used to...

November 13
 

…and I’m thankful.  And it doesn’t happen to me nearly as often or as badly as it happens to others.

But, today, I feel very very alone.  I know I’m not alone.  But I feel alone.

Human condition, I guess.

And I guess the only thing to do is get through it.  Alone.

So…there it is, cosmos.

November 10
 

Current earworm.

I’m not a fan, but I still thought this was so endearing.  It just needs to get out of my head is all.

November 8
 
PostSecret of the week. I think, as a Christian, I’m supposed to feel very honored that someone deigned to think it was okay to like a Christian.  This really just feels akin to “some of my best friends are black!” though. I’m not at all what I would consider a “Jesus freak.”  That term chafes me, and I don’t identify with those who call themselves that.  I don’t admire their tactics, and I don’t think we have a lot in common beyond the superficial, belief-wise. And, maybe the person who sent this had some belief issues he or she was struggling with, and they were happy they’d been able to get over them and be with the one they cared about. I don’t blame people for having a weird view of Christianity, given the psychos out there who give us a bad name; why, though, do other groups get every kind of benefit of the doubt despite their extremists? It just seems wrong-headed somehow. I don’t want someone to “like me all the same” because of some cute little personality quirk known as Christianity.  I don’t want it to be some side of me that they just tolerate while enjoying the other sides.  I want it to be completely accepted as who I am. And I want it not just to be accepted.  I want it to be embraced.  And there’s the rub.

PostSecret of the week.

I think, as a Christian, I’m supposed to feel very honored that someone deigned to think it was okay to like a Christian.  This really just feels akin to “some of my best friends are black!” though.

I’m not at all what I would consider a “Jesus freak.”  That term chafes me, and I don’t identify with those who call themselves that.  I don’t admire their tactics, and I don’t think we have a lot in common beyond the superficial, belief-wise.

And, maybe the person who sent this had some belief issues he or she was struggling with, and they were happy they’d been able to get over them and be with the one they cared about.

I don’t blame people for having a weird view of Christianity, given the psychos out there who give us a bad name; why, though, do other groups get every kind of benefit of the doubt despite their extremists?

It just seems wrong-headed somehow.

I don’t want someone to “like me all the same” because of some cute little personality quirk known as Christianity.  I don’t want it to be some side of me that they just tolerate while enjoying the other sides.  I want it to be completely accepted as who I am.

And I want it not just to be accepted.  I want it to be embraced.  And there’s the rub.

November 7
 

Funny how my mind counts each day

By the times I’ve thought of you

Funny how the numbers sway

If only to say this to you now

I love you still and I always will

If only to say this to myself

I will always love you

I will always love you

So go easy on yourself

November 6
 

The world’s gone mad.  I just hope it gives us a little more time.

 
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