A New Day

So I seem to be making a daily appearance with this fuckshit.

Not sure who's actually reading (aside from those following and commenting), but I'm finding it incredibly theraputic. *eyeroll*

Too bad I still can't seem to figure out how to turn off the damn waterworks. Can someone please direct me towards the switch or sumshit?!

*sigh*

So, today is a new day right? A new dawn? A new life? Okay, now I just sound like Michael Buble. I do love that song though. Here, have a listen...


Hmmm, he says it good, huh? Words drifting on by, you know how I feel. I guess that's all we really got, right? Our words? Yeah, doesn't always seem to fucking work.

*gives Buble the finger* Fuck you, hotness, but you're kinda fulla shit with that crap. But you're still yummy with your sexy ass voice. ;o)

So, here's where I'm at right now:

• I can only do what I can do. I have accepted that.
  
• I'm a human being, and I defs don't have all the answers, but I do the best I can.
  
• Sometimes (maybe all the time) my best is not good enough for everyone, but it's all I have to offer.

So knowing that some things are just not in our hands anymore has to be reassuring, right? Urrrrrm, I'm going to go with a big fucking resounding NO. If that were the case, I would be doing something much more productive than blogging right now. But I digress.

So here's my thought for the day. When in doubt, get a stamp...



*Buble snickers in the background*

*C shoots her eyes in the direction of said snicker and sighs exaggeratedly*

Really? First Mick Foley, now Michael Buble. WHERE THE FUCKING FUCK IS ROBERT PATTINSON, G'DAMMT?! *huffs and pouts*

He's the only one whose smile can make ME smile regardless of how fucking YUCK I may be feeling. Just look...


So that's all I got for now. Here's to a new day *hairy eyeball*

Trying to make my way to higher ground

Well, so far....today has not been a great day.

I can't say any one thing really is making it that way...it's more of a culmination.

Then I go to my email, and that smartass best bud of mine sent me a message that I truly needed to hear on, today, this day of poop....

Noah's Ark

Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark:
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat!
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage.. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile.
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic, by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with loved ones, there's always a rainbow waiting.
 
Pretty strong message, huh? I think I especially like number 11. So I have to send out a huge hug to all those people who have stuck around and tried to put an umbrella over my head.

Sorry, this blog totally got emo today.


No "fucks" or "g'dammits"....just the truth.

C.......

out.

HUH?!

So, I woke up today, and had the urge to declare it "National Boycott Waking Up Day".

Don't ask.

Anywho, that changed as the day progressed, and I said a little "THANK YOU, LORD!"

Then the day continued to progress.

And continued.

My stomach was totally warning me that shit was a brewin' again.

I should have listened.

'Cause now, I want to declare it "National Don't Go Online Day".

It's getting overwhelming, let me tell ya.

*sigh*

A very wise friend of mine said to me one day, "If you don't want to get covered in shit, then stop throwing it at the fan."

I know right?! Fucking smartass bitch. She's lucky I've known her since high school and wouldn't trade her in for the world. LOL!

She was right though. So, I'm not going to keep throwing shit at the damn fan...cause it's stinky. *plugs nose*

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*Mick Foley walks into the blog holding a pastrami on rye*

C: *looks confused* Mick? What's up?

Mick: I'd ask you the same thing C, but it's pretty fucking obvious. You do realize you look like the wooden dude from the Robaxacet commercials, right??

C: *sigh* Yeah, not much I can do about it, though. *reaches to rub her mid back* Got anything for this back issue I got going on? I know you have had your share of ass-handings and back-breakings.

Mick: *snickers* Damn fucking right I have. You don't want any of what I got. I do have a suggestion for you, though.

C: I'm all ears, Mick. Hit me...well not literally, please. You kinda still scare me a liddle *cowers*

Mick: One word. Alcohol.

C: *eyeroll* That is SO not a good suggestion.

Mick: I know, it was a joke...sorta. Okay, here goes. You ready? *Carolyn nods* Here's what you do see, you get a chair, and you pick it up by the back. And you need to get a firm grip because if you don't have the right hold you can really fuck up your wrists, and that would just-

C: Mick, you're not helping. Just wanted to put that out there.

Mick: *shrugs and goes back to chomping on his samich* Ai di'in say ii 'woo helphff.

C: *double eyeroll* Enjoy your pastrami, Mick.

Shit. Get a load of that guy. Busts into my blog and doesn't even help me. Just cause I used his damn picture doesn't give him free reign! *hands on hips*

Mick: *hollers over his shoulder as he walks out* I heard that, C. HAVE A NICE DAY!

C: *shakes head* Wise ass. Why the fuck can't someone like Rob come visit my damn blog *grumbles*

NATIONAL ASSFUCKAWESOME DAY!

*sigh*

So, I had this really angered, semi-emo (who am I kidding it was full on fucking emo) blog all typed up, and someone *gives that someone the hairy eyeball* delivered a dose of some reality, and put shit out on the table.

Message. Received. Thank. You. ;o)

Here's the bottom line. I'm one of the creators of FFFW, and I try really fucking hard to maintain a separate identity from that.

It's fucking impossible. It just is.

Does that mean I can't be friends with people? I fucking hope not, or I had better start actually getting paid by Ning. *snickers* Soooooo never going to happen.

I think it means that I have to *sangin* Know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, know when to walk away, know when to run. Or sumshit like that.

So, I guess I'm going to just hold my cards, because I do have a pretty damn good hand. And I have a really hard time giving in.

Damn, now you can't play poker with me 'cause you know my secret *smacks head*

But, I'm also going to walk away, 'cause shit's gotten heavy...and I just can't hold the weight on mah shoulders. Ya feel me?

So to all my other blog-bandwagoners, I say....