Thursday, November 18, 2010


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Volatility Level = Red
Mood = Questionable
Tolerance Threshold = Zero
PO'd Quotient = Over the Top
Need for a Sea Change = Off the Charts

Life these days seems tougher than when my friends and I were brand new adults. Back then, nothing seemed impossible. The only thing to do with a dare was to take it on. Depending on the day of the week, running off with the circus, joining the Israeli army (because those girls are tough), or eloping with a Gypsy prince felt like reasonable options. There was no doubt that we were invincible. And somehow, I always landed on my feet. The landings are rougher nowadays. I guess it might be about time I looked into getting a parachute. Who ever would have thought it?

One might surmise that I'm having a rough day. Rough day? Hell, it's been a rough year. And it hasn't helped that I keep jumping from the frying pan straight into the fire. It's a wonder I'm not crispy roasted by now. Most of the time, I don't know why I do some of the things I do. And God knows I don't know what this year has been about, what deep meaning I'm supposed to be gleaning from it. I can be impetuous, even when I know there are going to be repercussions. Whatever it is that I've lived to regret, I've usually done on impulse, just because I wanted to. Does the thought of "do it today, repent tomorrow" stop me? Not on your life, and I doubt that's ever going to change. To my credit, however, I do learn from my mistakes. Unfortunately, by the time I realize some of my snap decisions were, in fact, mistakes, it's too late. I'm already in it, royally stuck, and the damage is done. For all the good it does me, I know I won't ever do that again, though! What I need to be figuring out now is how to stay in the freakin' pan and out of the flames.

I guess this is so heavy on my mind because it's been a bad week, yesterday in particular. And I am, of course, cognizant that (as always) I got myself into it. Nevertheless, by the time yesterday was over, I was ready to snap at pretty much anybody who looked at me crossways. Not that anybody did anything to me; they didn't have to. Once I'm in I Have Officially Had Enough Mode and about to blow, I'm not exactly responsible for whatever comes flying out of my mouth. My only saving grace is that I don't mean to slide into I Have Officially Had Enough Mode. The doody just builds up, piles up, and then spills over. As much as I hate to admit it (even to myself), I don't have the energy, the stamina, or the endurance quotient for dealing with deep doody that I used to have.

Ah, well -- this, too, shall pass. It always does, never mind that it sometimes passes only by virtue of jumping into an even hotter fire.

Hey, there's goat rustling going on in these here hills. Seriously! Some dillweeds took a trailer out to a farmer's pasture in the middle of the night the other night and kidnapped all 10 of his goats. They left his poor donkey standing there all alone and forlorn looking. Goat rustling? What the hell is wrong with people?!

So ... Twisted Linguistics has been on the hunt and busted a few misfits -- a couple on Assaulting Literacy charges and another few for Brandishing Deadly Keyboards -- and hauled them off to Illiterates' Jail. No sissies in the Words Gone Wild posse.

There isn't very many -- That aren't grammatically correct, dude.

priviledge -- This is perhaps a ledge, used as a privy, underneath which you never want to get caught standing.

waist my energy -- Hmmm. My waist doesn't seem to be my energy center. Sounds like bad chakras to me.

loosing my mind -- Is this anything akin to loosening one's belt, like to accommodate an expanding brain? Nah!

Can some one advice me? -- I could tutor this one, but what would be the point?

growing everyday -- Makes sense if they're growing everyday flowers, for example, as opposed to the ones you use only for special occasions and not ... every day.

coersive -- This gem was used by someone plugging her writing abilities. Duh!


Marion said...

Awww, here's you a good ole "POOR BABY!" I hope things get better for you soon.

My daughter raises goats and also has a donkey. The donkey protects the goats from coyotes, but, alas, not from goat rustlers!

I have friend who's a legal secretary in Houston and she has the same problems you do. I say, get away from those botton-feeding, scum-sucking lawyers!!! LOL! xoxo

Serena said...

Thank you, Marion. Every "poor baby" helps. I didn't know donkeys protected goats from coyotes. Too bad that donkey couldn't stomp those rustlers. I adore goats and hope the asshole rustlers didn't 'nap 'em to eat or something. Ugh. Oh, YES, lawyers suck scum. I told myself after the last one, "Never again!" WHY did I do it?:) xoxo

snowelf said...

It scares me how much we are alike sometimes. I can take and take and then I am just Done. I totally ripped the head off of the crazy sex crazed jerk and finally had to shut him up by telling him my daddy would not appreciate the way he was treating me. He has a daughter and that was one of the things he bragged about--was that he was a scary bad ass dad who no one would ever treat his daughter with anything but respect. UGh! Now look, i ranted on your blog too. Sorry Serena... Anyway, I hope that Saturn is not in your sign--that may be the issue because Saturn causes all sorts of trouble for people so that it can teach them how to overcome lifes hardships. I think I'm going to find a good ship and sail away. Want to join me?


Serena said...

I am officially adopting you, Miss Snow, and a celebratory cruise on the Good Ship No More Crap sounds pretty fine. I don't know about Saturn, but I'm not sure it matters. Sometimes I'm afraid ALL those planets are gunning for me.:)