Stephan, Jenn amd Abi — the wellspring of my creativity, worth more than anything.
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Happy Abi and her beau, Stephan
Ahh…happiness is contagious. Thanks, you two, for infecting me with joy!
Jazzy bluegrass tune of the day
Thinking outside the box?
Dream chasing days
Have you ever heard of or met a person who claimed that a radio was playing in his/her thoughts?
I met one person who claimed she heard voices whispering to her who sometimes sang to her but usually gave her strange instructions to say weird stuff to people on purpose, and another who said that her thoughts were full of vivid, more real-than-real wild colours, like living paintings, and people like me were just figments of her imagination — both I assume could be labeled as schizophrenic.
Otherwise, I assume it’s normal to have a jingle or song phrase in our thoughts that repeat happily (or incessantly, depending on your mood).
Today, it’s another two songs’ lyrics that I’m playing with in my thoughts: “all I want to do is have some fun/I get a feeling I’m not the only one,” and “You make a grown man cry-y-y.”
Time to switch over to the storytelling channel, post pictures here later. Seeya alligator.
Twice or tweet
Tweet of the day:
“Anonymous @AnonyOps
If Anonymous knew that offering all citizens healthcare could shut down the government, we would have adjusted our tactics. #OWS”
Happy at any age
Blood, type
For many, many years, I was a loyal blood donor for the American Red Cross and a local collection group called LifeSouth. Then, it dawned on me that their relationship with me was very mistrusting, asking me the same questions every time, checking my arms for needle marks every time.
I decided enough is enough. I’m squeamish enough as it is and have a tough time trusting strangers to stick needles in my arm who didn’t have to answer any personal questions from me.
So I quit giving.
If they can’t trust me, then why should I trust them any longer?
Shouldn’t there be a loyalty program for regular donors?
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