Observations from the Window 12.6

I seem to have a new addiction. Writing ....

I have the day off so I spent the whole morning in bed cuddling my blankets and drinking coffee. I mean seriously it's cold outside. I finally managed to pull on big baggy sweater and drag myself to the window only to find, well, it looks cold outside. I haven't mentioned my vendor in sometime but I am looking down now and dude has snow shovels. I didn't need to see that.

So why did I say I'm addicted to writing? Because I should be food shopping or Christmas shopping but I'm sitting in the window writing instead. Christmas shopping I can do without because Christmas is a downer for me anyway but I need food. Right now the entire contents of our fridge consists a twelve pack of Corona, assorted cheeses, milk, eggs, hummus, and a few bottles of wine. Might be some butter in there too but I'm not quite sure. I don't see Whole Foods coming to me so I'm going to have to go to it but it's cold outside and now there are snow flurries to go with it.

I'm drinking like my sixth cup of coffee, watching the Prop 8 hearings, and writing. Writing this and that damn drugs and alcohol post that is next. The Prop 8 hearings make no sense to me at all. I think it's all finally beyond my limited ability to understand the law. But omg this lawyer arguing the pro Prop 8 case actually just said this. The current definition of marriage is same as it has been since beginning of time, around the world, to make babies. He said that same sex couples cannot procreate without a third party and that’s the rational basis for denying them the right to marry. Otherwise we are left with marriage as just an empty word meaning nothing. God what a fucking idiot. I have to turn it off before I totally lose it and smash my TV.

The whole point I was going to get at was that not only do I like writing but suddenly I felt the need to write. I suppose it's better than needing a cigarette. Besides it's too cold to smoke outside.

No vid but to get the full effect hum Dean Martin's "Baby It's Cold Outside" to yourself.

Thirty Days of Truths, The Pause

Why the pause? Well I could go with my brain is tired but that isn't really the case. I looked to see what was next and found I had finally run into the wall I had been dreading. The next 'truth' is my thoughts on drugs and alcohol and honestly it doesn't look like it gets any easier after that.

I was thinking about the whole thing yesterday and realized something. The more 'truths' I go through the more they seem to weave together in my head. Maybe it's just me or maybe that is how it's supposed to be, either way it's kind of intriguing to me. One day leads into another and I find myself thinking about a question with everything that came before still in my head. It's just different than how I normally write or think. Usually I concentrate my few living brain cells on one subject than write or rant and move on to the next thing. But these questions all seem to linger in my head.

I only started this because it looked like a fun idea and I didn't plan on getting as into it as I have. But all in all it has been fun so far. I have thought about a few things I never normally would have thought about. The fatalist thing is really something I have never put into words before, it's not something I ever felt the need to talk about. Than that wound right into another subject I shy away from, religion.

So I started out taking a break but instead I'm rambling here. Now that is totally how I usually think and write.

Bad Religion - American Jesus