Thoughts.....

I understand now that sometimes I have to be the bad guy in the short-term to be the good guy in the long.

What a mess

If anyone's wondering, the reason I've stopped doing things here is because both my laptops are gone and I no longer have a phone.
Things will be back as soon as possible though....I hope.

Lots of things...

Got laid up in the hospital on New Year's day. That wasn't much fun. The bartender at my old job is now an x-ray tech which sort of put me off as it reminded me of the joke "Why can't you see your exes when you're doing WELL?"

Not much to say

My, my, the clock in the sky is pounding away.
There's so much to say.
A face, a voice.
An overdub has no choice and it cannot rejoice.

Wanting to be, to hear and to see.

Crying to the sky.

Crescendoll's crescendo

I see her behind the glass. She is beautiful, like a skillfully crafted doll. I watch her dance, I watch her sing. She is amazing, like the first sunrise of summer or the first snowflake of winter.
I laugh at her jokes and smile when she plays. She is the thing that gives me hope, the thing that makes life bearable.

But it's a lie. I look around and see others who stare at her like me. They all think she's beautiful, that she's as amazing as the first sunrise of summer. But it's all a lie.

In truth she's nothing but a doll, a perverted thing to take our minds off of real life. Something to drag us down to her level. She is dirty, ugly, a creature that deserves our pity and nothing else. She was once someone's daughter, but now...now she is nothing.

Ugh...

This flu or cold or whatever it is is going around faster than a Tumblr post...

Little baby Luna

Little baby Luna would not go to sleep last night. She wanted mommy and the Doctor doesn't mean crap when that happens.
I literally tried everything, I picked her up, sang to her, gave her another bottle, you name it. I was just going to leave her in her room (it seemed to work the first time she freaked out), but little Luna wasn't going to have that. I had totally forgotten that she knows how to open her door now and by the time I raced upstairs she was already in the master bathroom.
So I had to do it. I didn't want to, but I was left with no other choice. I took her downstairs and turned on the Imagination Movers.
Good Lord that girl calmed down. We were into the third episode when mommy and daddy walked in...

I don't think I'm gonna babysit again any time soon.