"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn

"ignore the story. see the soul. remember to love. you will never regret it" --- Seane Corn
it's a jungle out there

Thursday, November 15, 2012

stuck... with Nina Simone in my head

I'm sitting here trying to write and it's not working out so well.

I feel scattered and unclear and confused and a little loopy in my head. Dark. Cloudy.

Is it a weird time? Is it weird out there? 
I feel like maybe it is.  
It seems like lots of ladies are On the Verge.

Maybe the 4 day Breaking Bad Marathon wasn't such a good idea. Talk about dark. Jeez. I had to rinse my mouth out with 3 hours of Glee.

Both Sister Halona and Yogini Shannon have said you should go back to blogging. Which is funny cause I've been thinking the same thing. Blogging/writing/storytelling helps me sort out the shit in my head.

And there has been an abundance of shit. Not bad shit just life shit. Figuring things out shit. Being a grown up shit. Cleaning shit up shit. Making some changes shit. Just shit. And you know how when you're dealing with shit if you're not careful that shit will get everywhere? 

Well, I'm tired of trudging through it. I'm tired of wiping it off my sleeve and getting it in my hair. 

ok seriously-watch the damn video. I know it's long and you're all really busy but it will make you smile. Everyone I've sent it to has been blown away. And those are some hard to please bitches, yo

It's a new dawn. It's a new day. And I'm feelin good


  1. it's a new dawn, it's a new day. love it!

    take time to laugh or smile or do something that makes you feel good. that always makes the shit easier to deal with, for me at least.

  2. And I'm feelin good ... damn, now I have go listen to that over and over. LOVE.IT.

    Have missed you so.

    4 day marathon of Breaking Bad just about pushed me over the edge. That show is freaking genius, and it gets in your head.

  3. I get ridiculously excited when your blog appears at the top of my blogroll. And I feel, sometimes, as if you're sitting right across from me and just talking away. And I love that you mentioned Women on the Verge -- I'm imagining that I'm one of them. Well, no imagination. Oy. The shit. And definitely not all bad shit. Just the shit.


  4. On the verge. Yep. Checking in. So happy to see you in my reader. Maybe I'll start writing again too...


  5. Oh baby, baby. Yes! Start blogging again. The world needs your voice. My world does.
    And thanks for the video. Jesus. Where did THAT come from?
    You've just made me happy on a lot of levels. And yeah, we've all been on the verge so as much happiness as we can get/give, is a beautiful thing.

  6. You could do worse than Nina Simone. I just love her.

    It's odd that you posted today--I was by yesterday to check and see if you'd posted because I was thinking about you. It sure as shit is a weird time. It's not just you AT ALL. Being an adult totally sucks ass. I am sick to damn death of it. The verge is a good way to put it.

    Hang in there. You know I love you.


  7. You are a beautiful, snarky light in the blogiverse; I will always appreciate whatever you care to share. Welcome back :)

  8. So poised, so beautiful; to see a gift like that flowing so freely...It brought tears to my eyes. Thanks.


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