 I am generally a positive person, finding the silver lining, seeing the glass half full, jumping through the window that opened because a door slammed on my face, and all those cheerful cliche's...Smiling more often than sneering... I well up reading Chicken Soup mush. My heart bursts at stories of random acts of kindness. I get overwhelmed by the most sublime of God's creations - an adorable labrador pup in my arms, a magnificent mountaintop view, the perfectly symmetrical face of Denzel Washington. There is just so much to rave about in this wonderful world of ours, isn't there?  the joys of bumming my father, the pusher what do i know? before hitting 40 1999 hits and misses three dollars of happiness |  But then, sometimes, sarcasm becomes me. People seem to like me better when i bitch, specially if we lambast a common enemy and attack each and every physical flaw of someone who truly deserves it. I just seem wittier, funnier, cuter (if you take out the fangs), when I am griping about something so horrible - such as traffic, moronic politicians, corrupt policemen, ass-kissing workmates, people who eat everything but do not gain weight. It may not make me ms. congeniality and may make me lose some heaven points, but... it is some kind of therapy... With no-holds, no-guilt, no-mercy bitching, who needs valium?  as broke as a 450-lb. hooker sometimes I just hate life isn't that why they're called bumpers? just because i'm cute doesn't mean i'm perfect words that hurt silicon wonder |  But then again, there are times when I can't figure out what the politically correct, socially-appropriate reaction should be so I sit on the fence and remain safely neutral. Or sometimes, I am just too ambivalent about something, can't decide what stand to take, whether i like something or hate it. And while my ying and my yang, my conscience and my ego, my angel and my demon battle it out, I just ponder, I dwell, I muse, I indulge in the blissful sensation of ignorance and indecisiveness, I enjoy the rare moments when I am not an opinionated, know-it-all bitch... and just wait for somebody to buy my vote.  space spilling my guts on the world wide web choices my shower routine my first will and testament liquid driving the pro's and con's of being fat |
Rambling
free verse. oftentimes prosaic.
sometimes witty. more often ho hum.
real thoughts. unedited, uncensored...well, almost.
ramblings of an idle mind. rantings of an unbridled tongue. outbursts of a spontaneous heart.
could border on the nonsensical.
top of mind keyboard angst..
sometimes written under the influence.
bitching on-line.
nothing rhymes here. unstructured. loose.
grammar and spelling error could be considered part of the charm.
my thoughts. my mind. my life.
