Reading Room

The employee bathroom is stocked full of Mormon literature (the official church magazine Ensign). I was fingering through an issue a while ago and found an interesting article written about the virtues of telling the truth. Of course, there were no ethical arguments made, only dogmatic rhetoric based on the promise of blessings - and the premise from which the author worked from was extraordinarily weak (I think I could have written a much better article on truth, even working from dogma). The interesting part of the article was found in one adjective used to describe coffee. Vicious. The author called coffee a "vicious drink."

Vicious??? Vicious???

Coffee may be a lot of things, but vicious? Please....

No wonder people always glare at me as they drive by the coffee shop... engaged in the art of consuming a vicious drink.

Spring Time Blues

Stuck inside, at work... and it's 81 degrees outside.

The weekend forcast:
Rain.

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YOU MIGHT BE FROM BURNEY CALIFORNIA IF................
(The town I was raised in - courtesy of a friend)
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things

I'm sensitive and selfish.

If things don't go the way I want them to, I get hurt. I'm not going to be me anymore. I think it universal, that people want to be loved. I'm not going to be human anymore. I don't want people to love me... wanting to be loved is too distracting, and causes too much pain. I'm not going to want to do things with people anymore... wanting to do something with someone who doesn't want to do something with you hurts. Being hurt is too distracting... takes up a lot of energy, and doesn't get me anywhere.

I am going to love myself only, and do things only with me.

I've always wanted things I cannot have. So, I am no longer going to be of want. I don't want anything - material or spiritual. I'm done.

My Cousin

My cousin just left a message on my voice mail. Apparently my parents, who were visiting my aunt and uncle, told them that I was not active in the Mormon church. It is a secret I've hidden from them for years, for various reasons I'm not willing to get into at this point (perhaps a later post). I was suspiciously aware that both cousins who live locally were calling me much more frequently than usual. Over the weekend I called my mother to see if she had, indeed, broken the vow of silence (I swore them to). She had.

I'm going to call my cousin now, well aware of the fact that he will be asking me if I want to go to church with him on Sunday.

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Things to do this weekend:

1. Take top off jeep
2. Finish taxes (e-file: refund will come soon)
3. Drink beer
4. Eat Indian food
5. Play guitar
6. Sit on balcony wondering, "how did it ever come to this?"
7. Dream selfish little dreams
8. Write letter to Marie (she hates me by now)
9. Dwell on the fact that in 31 days I will be 30 years old. Gulp.
10. Develop thick skin. Flip more (more? I don't flip anyone off to begin with) people off.
11. Drink copious amounts of coffee.
12. Sleep in (this should be done before #11)
13. Don't get depressed
14. Stop by Kenny's wedding
15. Write terrible poetry
16. Admit that you were wrong. Your cousin only wanted to take you to a hockey game (where he would ask you to go to church with him on Sunday).
17. Go Hiking
18. Devise a plan to make the whole world love every little thing about you (even your hairy chest).
19. Do not think one bad thing about self, starting.... now!
20. Relax... Good, lord my back is killing me.