This has been a bad day.

A really bad day.

I went to Trader Joe's Today

ironically the guy that checked me out was the one that I found on the Hyperian Bridge due to a hit and run...he was on a bike. The woman in front of me said to him "You look like you are doing really well now." He said..."Yes, I am."

When I looked at his face I knew it was him.

I think he knew who I was too.

I knelt beside him on my cell phone SCREAMING to 911 to get here NOW.

I will never forget that night.

Santa came in a weird form...

My landlord broke the cement pond out of my back yard the other day....

In the after mass I found this ball. You can't see it but there is santa in it.

I gauge it around the 1950's...I love finding stuff like this. I wonder what child had it.

It still bounces too.

I saw Alice in Wonderland tonight...

I was memorized.

I got the worst of it...

But my roommate who had a bad patch and I was angry about it.

He needed to speak and he didn't for years...so it came out on me.

He's better now...and I told him if he did it again I'd beat his face in.

I would never do that....I just wanted to send the message.

People need to SPEAK! Because if they don't they explode.

I never again want to have a drink thrown in my face

tonight it was Guinness...it's all over the carpet and me.

I would NEVER EVER throw a drink in some one's face.

It's not my being.

He's cleaning the god damn carpet tomorrow....and my shirt.

I was told I was an embarrassment tonight.

I fall silent.

A Nun Stole me parking place...

Is that fair?

Uh...What?

My land load...okay landlord...is fixing this pile of shit?

Really?

We are living in dust and dirt but I don't fucking care.

I think he's on drugs...the good kind.

He is evicting the next door neighboors due to past rent (thank goodness I've heard enough gospel music for my life time) and fixing pretty much every thing in our house.

He even wants to put in a hook up for a washer and dryer for us.

Honestly, I've been here for 5 years...and he's done the mininal to keep this place up to code. Now the man is putting in doors and building steps.

I'm blown away.

Which way do you strike a match?

Do you strike it towards your face or away?

Every one strikes a match at some point.

It, however say some thing about the person.

You strike the fire towards you…no fear

Strike it away from you…fear.

Intresting concept...

We sat in a circle...I was the only one that snapped the match towards my face.

Mind you..no one told us the rules.

I thought I was the loser...

I do still watch how a person strikes a match.

Childhood memory.