Morning Inner Dialogue
"Damnit! Will I get out of bed today even imagining something happening in the positive direction towards finding a job and securing a home? WILL I? HUH? HUH? What the hell are you gonna do about it? HUH Punk???!" -Sammy talking to herself every morning.
Mornings are the worst. Luckily, I've taken up swimming again. It post-pones, for at least an hour and a half, the inevitable question: "What will you do today to get your life together Sammy?" Oh, I laugh at myself. Don't you worry bout ol' Sammy. This is just how I do it, I do battle with myself, since I figure I'm my own biggest obstacle. It's cool, I enjoy the fight. I'm really not bitching.
Oh, I just want to announce: Colleen is going to kick some "Dido and Aneas" ass this summer!
I feel lucky for lots of things these days, so I should just shut up and go to bed. But then I'll wake up saying "Sammy edit your resume, Sammy call that nice lady who wants to help you find a job in Government, Sammy e-mail your advisor who has connections, Sammy this is going to be tough, Sammy be prepared for rejection, Sammy calm down, you're gonna knock em' dead, Sammy stop talking to yourself"
Oh, it's great being a Gemini, that's what I hear anyway.
Matt! I have something important to tell you!~ DON"T NAME YOUR FUTURE PIGS "CHIP" AND "DALE"!! We had hampsters when we were kids, poor guys...one fell down the tube and died, then Chip ate Dale and died from food poisoning. Awful sight to see, so I don't want any of that bad Karma going your way. Just a sidenote:
I should rename my blog, "THE ULTIMATE SIDENOTE" since I don't keep track of anything.
Speaking of nothing, I want to post a personal little poem here. Colleen you know the one, from my journal about touching the wall. Do you remember? Oh, hell I'll post in anyway, because my now you all at least think I'm crazy anyway.
Goodnight!!!!
Mornings are the worst. Luckily, I've taken up swimming again. It post-pones, for at least an hour and a half, the inevitable question: "What will you do today to get your life together Sammy?" Oh, I laugh at myself. Don't you worry bout ol' Sammy. This is just how I do it, I do battle with myself, since I figure I'm my own biggest obstacle. It's cool, I enjoy the fight. I'm really not bitching.
Oh, I just want to announce: Colleen is going to kick some "Dido and Aneas" ass this summer!
I feel lucky for lots of things these days, so I should just shut up and go to bed. But then I'll wake up saying "Sammy edit your resume, Sammy call that nice lady who wants to help you find a job in Government, Sammy e-mail your advisor who has connections, Sammy this is going to be tough, Sammy be prepared for rejection, Sammy calm down, you're gonna knock em' dead, Sammy stop talking to yourself"
Oh, it's great being a Gemini, that's what I hear anyway.
Matt! I have something important to tell you!~ DON"T NAME YOUR FUTURE PIGS "CHIP" AND "DALE"!! We had hampsters when we were kids, poor guys...one fell down the tube and died, then Chip ate Dale and died from food poisoning. Awful sight to see, so I don't want any of that bad Karma going your way. Just a sidenote:
I should rename my blog, "THE ULTIMATE SIDENOTE" since I don't keep track of anything.
Speaking of nothing, I want to post a personal little poem here. Colleen you know the one, from my journal about touching the wall. Do you remember? Oh, hell I'll post in anyway, because my now you all at least think I'm crazy anyway.
Goodnight!!!!
posted by Sammy Lynn Payne at Friday, June 10, 2005
1 Comments:
It's NO JOKE! Chip ate Dale or Dale ate Chip...I can't remember who did what, but it's true. One of them fell down the tube and died, which was suprising enough considering they make those tube thingys FOR hampsters. At least we think that's what happened to him. Maybe Chip KILLED Dale or Dale KILLED Chip. Alls I knows is we found the one snacking on the other and he turned up dead a day later. Painful childhood memories.
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