Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Tuesday, May. 11, 2004 - 2:06 a.m.
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Crying at Two Hayhem
I don't feel like working, and I absolutely have to finish this colored cover for the Baby book. I want to cuddle in a warm bed and watch a movie and eat popcorn and not write lists of things to do (and think of more like wash the dog drool off the wall... I always see it only when I expect someone to come over).
I hate it that the Fetish Cafe is closed. I miss seeing my friends there and just bopping in and knowing that I can see people I know who will say hi hi hi to me.
Why do I feel like crying? It seems to happen at 2am. I don't know why.
I want to work in public or something. Where I have coworkers and go for a beer or a coffee after work. And make friends and see people regularly.
I have to go back and work on the drawings.
I wish I hadn't lopped chocolate out of the budget. Oh well. live with it.
But it rewards me for sitting all night by myself coloring in.
I want someone to love me.
I want someone who wants my love.
That is not stupid but everybody wants that. And most of us don't get it.
byebye.
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