I have been working on a blog that is called be kind re wind for a month now. The reason is simple. Its not about what others think or he said and she did this. It is about redemption and not bowing my head to anyone except God.
I also have decided to take an IQ + Memory test. I have a photographic memory. Its a complete brain teaser to people who do not have one. Most people who do not have a photographic memory will not believe you when you say you have one. You have to prove it. They will pull out cards and bulbs. Just about anything next to them to see if its real. I do not find it funny as much as I find it annoying. I do not care anymore. The blog was one of those on the moment kind of things. It just kind of happened. I got sick of the constant redundant vociferous mutant bs. So I honestly did not care. I seriously did not give a crap. Then after the break up, and after Holly decided to be a piss-tart at Heather's apartment- I decided it was time to set the record straight once and for all. I think my IQ goes down about ten points every time I post something, but when people see the final blog- it will all make perfect since. It is not ready and I have set it to private until it is ready.
I personally am done with the past. I am not walking into 2010 the way I walked into 2008, or 2009. I am seriously ready for a change. That was not a sarcastic spit fest. I'm legit.
I guess on New Years the people in my neighborhood decided to go out in the middle of the road to scream at the top of their lungs, and blow bazookas. Yeah, um well all I can say is that I am glad to be alive too but I am not that excited about the new year. Its just they acted like they had just given birth to a two headed rat. At one point it sounded like they stopped and one of them was correcting the others on how to blow a bazooka. That made it double funny. I just kept laughing. I mean is there a special way to blow into a bazooka? Is there a class for it now?
I watched a movie called PI. It was this black and white film about a man who had a chip in his head. He was good with numbers. People wanted him to find a 216 digit number that would unlock the universe. The constant moving of the camera was a cool affect but if I was drunk, I could see how that would make me paranoid, or dizzy. The funniest part was when the guy kept seeing this human Brain lying around on the ground and he kept poking it. It was like when you're a kid and you see a big bug. You're like "Kick the beetle." I have no idea why but one of the old guys that picked him up looked like this creepy Santa that used to work at the shopping mall. That was weird and btw when I went up to the mall in December one night to go shopping- I needed Christmas cards, there was this Santa guy and he walked by Sub Way. He was holding his pants in his hands, and he was breathing heavily. That was creepy. If I was a little kid, that would have given me nightmares.
P.S.
The picture taken at the top is of a piece of art bought off Etsy by Jen Lightfoot. I'm a big Jack Off Jill fan, so it was only 30. That was my birthday gift to myself. The coffee stuff came from my sister. Thanks again.
P.S.S. Now for something sad and seriously not good.
RIP to the drummer boy. :(
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