So, I've had some comments on the fact that most of my posts so far are a little "angry" - and I've had people ask me if I'm ok, if there's something wrong going on, do I need someone to talk to, etc.
To all those people - NO, I AM NOT ANGRY! DAMMIT! WHY THE HELL WOULD I BE ANGRY? WHATEVER MADE YOU THINK THAT?
Cant a girl write whatever she wants to without raking up unwanted solicitude? Sometimes I feel like taking these morons and putting them in a blender and...
Oops :-)
On a serious note - thanks to all of you who were concerned enough to ask.
Writing just tends to amplify whatever I'm feeling at the moment - so if I sound monumentally angry, I'm probably only slightly miffed in real life- and If I sound ecstatically happy, well - I hope I'm actually ecstatically happy :-)
More soon!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
For crying out loud....
Ever feel like this?
Random data requests sent by jerks
Filling up your time with useless work
Never any time to do what really matters
Leaving your sense of self worth in tatters
Reminders in my inbox -15 invoices pending
This administrative work - is just unending
Over and over - nettling you
Till you want to scream - FAQ you too
:-) This is a little extreme admittedly, but I feel good now that I've vented.
Random data requests sent by jerks
Filling up your time with useless work
Never any time to do what really matters
Leaving your sense of self worth in tatters
Reminders in my inbox -15 invoices pending
This administrative work - is just unending
Over and over - nettling you
Till you want to scream - FAQ you too
:-) This is a little extreme admittedly, but I feel good now that I've vented.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Change
Discontinuity -
My mind screams - I'm bored!
My imagination churns out a horde
of ideas - glimmering, scintillating,
Always beckoning, always tempting
Obstinately -
They attempt to bewitch and to seduce
Looking for a chink in my armor, an excuse
To spirit me away from this grind
To give me a chance to rewind
Reminding me -
Of when my spirit was not so confined
Of when I was not so entwined
With the fates of so many other bodies
I didn't pay court to a million commentaries
And with memory, uncertainty -
Seize the day they say, Carpe diem
I'm offering you a gift, a chance to dream
Your existence is just clay - yours to mould
You can conform, but so much better to leave the fold
An illusion of clarity -
I can see a chance, but do I have the courage?
To throw it all away - step outside of this cage
But no - I realize my ties, see that I am bound,
And that I cannot fly, I must return to ground.
And then epiphany -
In that instant I know - surely this is what it means
To have given up the unbearable lightness of being
To abandon oneself to the inexorable tug of fate
With all its accompanying heaviness and weight
Apologies for some heavy inspiration from Kundera - but that last bit just came so easily, I didn't have the heart to cut it out.
My mind screams - I'm bored!
My imagination churns out a horde
of ideas - glimmering, scintillating,
Always beckoning, always tempting
Obstinately -
They attempt to bewitch and to seduce
Looking for a chink in my armor, an excuse
To spirit me away from this grind
To give me a chance to rewind
Reminding me -
Of when my spirit was not so confined
Of when I was not so entwined
With the fates of so many other bodies
I didn't pay court to a million commentaries
And with memory, uncertainty -
Seize the day they say, Carpe diem
I'm offering you a gift, a chance to dream
Your existence is just clay - yours to mould
You can conform, but so much better to leave the fold
An illusion of clarity -
I can see a chance, but do I have the courage?
To throw it all away - step outside of this cage
But no - I realize my ties, see that I am bound,
And that I cannot fly, I must return to ground.
And then epiphany -
In that instant I know - surely this is what it means
To have given up the unbearable lightness of being
To abandon oneself to the inexorable tug of fate
With all its accompanying heaviness and weight
Apologies for some heavy inspiration from Kundera - but that last bit just came so easily, I didn't have the heart to cut it out.
back after a hiatus
..though technically I cant call it a hiatus after just 2 posts...I'm sure there's a minimum amount of time you need to have been doing something before you can take a hiatus from it.
The last 2 months have been very interesting. Stuff happening at work, stuff happening outside of work :-)
I'm wondering where to draw the line between what I write and what I do not - it's somewhat cathartic to just put everything down on paper (e-paper, at any rate)...but that would probably not be wise.
We all need our secrets...it's what makes us interesting.
So, I guess all you need to know is the last 2 months were really really fun - I may choose to write about some of it - keep reading!
The last 2 months have been very interesting. Stuff happening at work, stuff happening outside of work :-)
I'm wondering where to draw the line between what I write and what I do not - it's somewhat cathartic to just put everything down on paper (e-paper, at any rate)...but that would probably not be wise.
We all need our secrets...it's what makes us interesting.
So, I guess all you need to know is the last 2 months were really really fun - I may choose to write about some of it - keep reading!
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