TRANSCENDENCE.
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Ok! So! Slowly my evil plan to take over the world is...
nowhere near coming to fruition, but my push for a positive mind and life seems to be.
I have broken free of the den of stagnation where bitching and moaning at each other is the norm and am finally moving into a more positive environment. Where dickheads don't get invited around to drink to oblivion and be drunken, abusive, violent Fucktards in the presence of children, and where I might Actually get some proper work (writing) done without being interrupted every five minutes in a house that isn't a train station.
People who aren't creative or don't write really don't get it when you're sitting at the computer "in the zone" and they bust in and say "Yo, what are you up to?" and you say "writing" and they say "oh hey, that's cool, what are you writing about, fuck you shoulda seen this bitch up town, what did you do last weekend, do you wanna hot drink, so anyway bla bla blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"...
Yeah, that's nice, fuck off.
In the normal world, if you're in the house, you're not "working", and therefore have all the time in the world to listen to bla bla blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Jesus, you'd be AMAZED how much crap I have(n't) listened to over the last year, smiling and nodding politely until they go away so I can get two minutes to get my head together before the next arrival arrives to undo my head.
"Couldn't you just go to your room?" I hear you ask?
Good question! And NO is the answer to that. I mean, Yes, I did. I even put a lock on it.
You would think that would keep people out. And/or give enough of a hint that I didn't want to be disturbed. Right?
WRRROOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNG.
Here's the thing about coming from a large Maori whanau -
The word "PRIVACY" doesn't exist in any way, shape, or form.
Like... AT ALL.
I'm not even exaggerating here.
A locked door just means you have to bang harder, or keep pushing until the door opens. DUH.
In any case, all that is about to change, and I'm so excited I could... Oh who am I kidding... I'm too jaded to be 'excited' these days. Mildly pleased is more appropriate.
Anyway, I'm so mildly pleased I could cough.
I'll be living in a house that isn't frequented by people I don't care about and/or don't want to see and/or don't want to listen to every five minutes, I'll have a large bedroom with a sliding door I can sneak bitches in and out of, and - most importantly -
IT HAS VERY LARGE WALLS that I am looking forward to making use of to aid my writing.
I haven't been so Mildly Pleased about writing in fuckin aaaaaaaaaaages.
Anyway. Enough about Me.
Here's some more about Me and what I think about stuff.
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MOM.
No. Not MY Mom.
MOM the sitcom by sitcom legend Chuck Lorre.
I don't know why this tickles my funny bone so much.
Perhaps it's because both my parents are dry now and I can relate to a drunken parent / drug-abusing-parent childhood... or perhaps it's simply because I can relate to a drunken, drug abusing adulthood.
Anyway, maybe I'm just high but I really love this show.
I love Anna Farris. I LOVE Alison Janney.
And yeah, that's what I think about that.
I realise canned-laughter shows are about the bottom of the barrel as far as quality television goes, but if you keep an open mind and give this a chance, you might like it!
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ISIS BEHEADINGS.
See, THIS is why I don't watch the news or keep myself insanely informed - because the snippets I DO get spark such tsunamis of emotion that I can't even deal.
I mean, WHAT. THE ACTUAL. FUCK.
I do NOT understand, nor do I want to.
And actually, even if it was carefully explained to me I probably STILL wouldn't understand, because let's face it -
THERE IS NO RELIGION ON EARTH THAT CAN JUSTIFY THIS SHIT!!!!
NONE!!!
There is no God, real or imagined (and let's face it, they're ALL imagined) that can condone this kind of OUTRIGHT EVIL SHIT.
This is all MANKIND'S doing, and now we come full circle to something I came to the conclusion about long ago...
Humans SUCK and are STOOPID.
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All you need is Love!
Be kind to one another!
Don't be an asshole!
It's REALLY FUCKING SIMPLE, but obviously "simple" is a concept people like to complicate.
An emphatic UGH is all I have to say about that.
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Later bitches.
Stay classy.
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