Wanted: Significant other - previous employee unable to live up to job description.
Only those qualified and serious about this position need apply.
Desirable applicant must be:
- a male, preferably one who can kill bugs
- someone who loves music, but loves me more
- kind, sweet, genuine
- an animal (specifically cat) lover
- compassionate, understanding, accepting
- someone who values honesty ALWAYS
- witty, weird, silly, sarcastic
- someone who loves to learn
- exciting, whimsical, outrageous
- open-minded and not afraid to commit
- an equal, a counterpart, a companion
- someone real
Responsibilities include:
- getting off the sidelines
- taking action, not just saying you will
- leaving your ex-relationship counterpart(s)in the past
- having fun and being happy
- being fiercely passionate about something/anything/everything
- knowing yourself enough to know what you want
Qualifications:
- Must have at least 26 years life experience
- Be at least 5'7'' (not a requirement, but preferred)
- Previous relationship experience encouraged
- Must be able to lift at least 130 lbs. with ease
- Must already have own life before being considered for position
- Microsoft Office knowledge a plus
Location: San Diego, CA and surrounding areas.
Compensation: Me!
Now accepting applications. Position will open in the near future.
Please inquire within.
8/22/11
8/15/11
Overslept
As the light descends, I feel it
through wood-paned blinds
shadows make a fool of me
don't wake, don't wake
I don't want to have to think about you
don't wake, don't wake
I don't ever want to feel again
don't wake, don't wake.
As the night ascends, I feel it
stain my tear soaked sheets
that still hold your scent
don't wake, don't wake
I don't want to have to know about you
don't wake, don't wake
I don't ever want to try again
don't wake, don't wake.
I have no time to overthink
because all I do is oversleep.
How am I still so tired?
As my life transcends, I feel it
become a memory
of what used to be
won't make, won't make
any effort to forget about you
won't make, won't make
me ever feel alive again
won't make, won't make it out of here.
through wood-paned blinds
shadows make a fool of me
don't wake, don't wake
I don't want to have to think about you
don't wake, don't wake
I don't ever want to feel again
don't wake, don't wake.
As the night ascends, I feel it
stain my tear soaked sheets
that still hold your scent
don't wake, don't wake
I don't want to have to know about you
don't wake, don't wake
I don't ever want to try again
don't wake, don't wake.
I have no time to overthink
because all I do is oversleep.
How am I still so tired?
As my life transcends, I feel it
become a memory
of what used to be
won't make, won't make
any effort to forget about you
won't make, won't make
me ever feel alive again
won't make, won't make it out of here.
8/10/11
And The World Spins Madly On
I think The Weepies said it right ...
Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you and where you'd gone
and let the world spin madly on.
... the end of a relationship feels like a death. True death and break-ups alike, you experience the stages of grief and loss - anger, bargaining, depression and eventually, acceptance. You can't imagine living after the tragedy, but every morning you open your eyes. You understand that the death was inevitable, but don't understand why. You want to go back to being the old you, before the death, but you can't. Relationships produce ghosts, too. They haunt certain movies, times of day, song lyrics, a few of your friends and sometimes, your pillowcase. The haunting subdues as time goes on of course, but it never really leaves. There is no bah humbug-ing out of this one. The ghosts are here to stay, so you might as well get used to it.
The other day, I peeled myself off the couch and took a hike around the hills behind my house. I walked around for about an hour and on the way back home, I sat on a ledge and watched the sky change colors. I feel like I'm a fairly strong person, I've dealt with some strife in my life. It's not a healthy practice, but my ability to turn off the emotional attachment is something I used to take pride in. It used to protect me. I don't like this feeling of exposure. The break-up exposure. The death exposure. Their ghosts can find me here. This beating bundle of vessels that used to love someone. I don't want it to touch the oxygen and turn red, I want to keep it buried deep and for it to stay blue. I was on the edge sitting on that ledge.
But, you can't hide forever. "I'm better than this", I told myself. "Snap out of it! Get on with your life! P.S. You are awesome!" I impressed myself for a moment, thinking about something other than a woman (me) scorned. In an overstimulated cloud of reflection, my ear buds delivered happiness and I absent mindedly started my journey home. I mean it, I wasn't paying attention ... to anything ... until I unfortunately walked right into some twilight shrub love. Though my hearing was impaired and my thoughts far away, there was no escaping it. The most awkward experience ever lifted me out of my break-up death depression. I laughed more than I ever have and ran all the way home. Catch me if you can, ghosts!
Break-ups, breakdowns, breakthroughs ... accidentally walking into a naked nest of public sexy time. And the world spins madly on.
Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you and where you'd gone
and let the world spin madly on.
... the end of a relationship feels like a death. True death and break-ups alike, you experience the stages of grief and loss - anger, bargaining, depression and eventually, acceptance. You can't imagine living after the tragedy, but every morning you open your eyes. You understand that the death was inevitable, but don't understand why. You want to go back to being the old you, before the death, but you can't. Relationships produce ghosts, too. They haunt certain movies, times of day, song lyrics, a few of your friends and sometimes, your pillowcase. The haunting subdues as time goes on of course, but it never really leaves. There is no bah humbug-ing out of this one. The ghosts are here to stay, so you might as well get used to it.
The other day, I peeled myself off the couch and took a hike around the hills behind my house. I walked around for about an hour and on the way back home, I sat on a ledge and watched the sky change colors. I feel like I'm a fairly strong person, I've dealt with some strife in my life. It's not a healthy practice, but my ability to turn off the emotional attachment is something I used to take pride in. It used to protect me. I don't like this feeling of exposure. The break-up exposure. The death exposure. Their ghosts can find me here. This beating bundle of vessels that used to love someone. I don't want it to touch the oxygen and turn red, I want to keep it buried deep and for it to stay blue. I was on the edge sitting on that ledge.
But, you can't hide forever. "I'm better than this", I told myself. "Snap out of it! Get on with your life! P.S. You are awesome!" I impressed myself for a moment, thinking about something other than a woman (me) scorned. In an overstimulated cloud of reflection, my ear buds delivered happiness and I absent mindedly started my journey home. I mean it, I wasn't paying attention ... to anything ... until I unfortunately walked right into some twilight shrub love. Though my hearing was impaired and my thoughts far away, there was no escaping it. The most awkward experience ever lifted me out of my break-up death depression. I laughed more than I ever have and ran all the way home. Catch me if you can, ghosts!
Break-ups, breakdowns, breakthroughs ... accidentally walking into a naked nest of public sexy time. And the world spins madly on.
8/2/11
Procrastination
Waking up at noon
with nothing worth waking for
stagnant mood
finding the meaning
maybe at noon tomorrow.
with nothing worth waking for
stagnant mood
finding the meaning
maybe at noon tomorrow.
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