Incubus @ MindSay

I'm feeling deflated now. I say that as though I was at one time filled with air, floating merrily amongst the clouds. Uh, I swear I just heard a wolf howl. I know for a fact that Australia is what I'd call a "wolf-free" country. That's what I get for living in Canberra.

She seems to be going through times no easier than she was as the beginning of the relationship. That is to say she has gotten worse. I'm wondering what she'll do to herself next. It worries me. I don't feel as though this is something under my control, nor would I wish it were so. I only want to be with her. I don't want to be for her. She needs herself, and only herself. What happens next though? How does she heal from the wounds she bears already? I've suggested that she talk to someone. Someone who has an education. Someone other than me. I only finished college, which some of you call high school. Besides, I'm biased.
I don't want this again. I just want them to look after themselves. I gess the first two did. They ditched me. Ha. That's a depressing, although curiously eye opening, thought.

I'd like to talk to my exs. Old friends. Old enemies, sometimes. It's sad, but I don't know how. I don't even know their numbers, some of them. What do I do then? I know there are phone books. I know where some of them live. Is that enough? Maybe. I'll have to remember tomorrow.
There was something important that I remembered this morning but can't recall. Very important. I'm a mess. What was it?

The thing that dominates my mind right now is how she is going to react when she reads this. I bet she doesn't talk to me for hours and when I finally call her she acts as though nothing is wrong, or tries to hide it and doesn't tell me most of the problem. I can only think of how much time that will take, and the way she does it every time something goes wrong. Does anyone have any hints? How do I deal with this, I wonder.

I've grown so much since my first girlfriend. It's strange thinking of things that I used to do. Things I've grown out of, or ways that I've changed mentally. My perception of my surroundings has changed dramatically. I don't feel like a kid anymore. I just feel like someone who has yet to find where they belong. I wonder when that'll happen. It doesn't matter yet. It will happen.

Just another post on the all-mighty Internet. Let's see how it does.

"But if you really want to live/Why not try and Make Yourself"

I wonder, if she breaks will she heal the right way? I wonder if there will be cracks in the pottery. Beauty in imperfection seems to be a common theme these days. Will it suit her?

-Mitch

Here are some song lyrics from one of my favorite bands, Incubus...

 

Dig

 

We all have a weakness
But some of ours are easier to identify.
Look me in the eye
& ask for forgiveness;
we’ll make a pact to never speak that word again.
Yes, you are my friend.
We all have something that digs us,
at least we dig each other.
So when weakness turns my ego up
I know you’ll count on the me from yesterday.
If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
the better part of me.
Sing this song
remind me that we’ll always have each other
when everything else is gone.
We all have a sickness
that cleverly attaches & multiplies
No matter how we try.
We all have someone that digs at us,
at least we dig each other.
So when sickness turns my ego up
I know you’ll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another
dig me up from under what is covering
The better part of me.
Sing this song!
Remind me that we’ll always have each other
when everything else is gone.
OK, each other… when everything else is gone.

 

Until Next Time,

Rose

 

Gman-in-the-box, kickin' it.

 

On Fat Tuesday, we drove our asses to Detroit and went to Polish town for the paczkis. I waited in a line that started outside the New Palace Bakery, then emptied into a lobby full (and I do mean completely packed full) of people waiting to either pick up their previously-ordered paczkis or buy them there on the spot. We bought 3 dozen and took the leftovers to husby's school. Here we are that night: Fat Tuesday and we're getting fat!

 

Paczki Fluffy  Face!

Testing, testing 123!

 

 

For height reference, Valentine falls exactly between son with the orange hat and son with the blonde hair and glasses. Let's make a Valentine Sandwich!

 

And in other news, I am totally in love with this song, from my new Incubus CD:

 

Dig by Incubus

We all have a weakness

Some of ours are easy to identify

Look me in the eye, and ask for forgiveness

We'll make a pact to never speak that word again

Yes, you are my friend

We all have something that digs at us,

At least we dig each other

 

So when weakness turns my ego up

I know you'll count on the me from yesterday

If I turn into another

Dig me up from under what is covering

The better part of me

Sing this song

Remind me that we'll always have each other

When everything else is gone

 

We all have a sickness

That cleverly attaches and multiplies

No matter how we try

We all have someone that digs at us,

At least we dig each other

 

So when sickness turns my ego up

I know you'll act as a clever medicine

If I turn into another

Dig me up from under what is covering

The better part of me

Sing this song

Remind me that we'll always have each other

When everything else is gone

Each other when everything else is gone

 

If I turn into another

Dig me up from under what is covering

The better part of me

Sing this song

Remind me that we'll always have each other,

When everything else is gone

Each other 

 

Oh, and holy shit, but do I have good-looking offspring, or what? Hahaha!

 

Here's some of my favorite bands for you. I'll be having an anime mini-gallery coming next.

And it seems to a faint,
Haunting mass appeal.
But lately I, am beginning to find that I,
Should be the one behing the wheel...

Look in the mirror, bay-bee. Alas, I would so enjoy saying that to any member of management at my primary place of employment. I have work there for nearly eleven years, and I have watched the company evolve from a small private company into a small piece of a conglomerate. This change provided me with enough material to carry a 3.69 GPA in attaining my BS in Business Management...

This world was built on change and change is one of the few constants in this life though not all change is for the best. The facility has grown from a few salaried employees who multi-tasked to get the job done to (I'm guessing here) maybe three times the number of salaried employees who complain that they have to wear too many hats and that the company should hire even more salaried employees to alleviate the over-burdened ranks of the staff...

There is absolutely nothing wrong with this, but the means of doing this hiring is what strikes a wrong chord with me. Instead of using profits for this new wave of hiring, it was been decided that the overhead of producing the products is far too high and reducing the cost of the components would make more sense. So how shall we reduce the cost of the products without raising the price to the consumer? hhhmmm, well, someone else could produce the product thus cutting the overhead on that is placed on the components and thusly allowing the hiring of more people who do not produce the product...

Yeah, that's it, that's the ticket...

Let's replace value added activities with non-value added activities...

Funny it is that some folks will go to such lengths to protect their careers and take the route that they will preach 'til they are blue in the face against. Maybe it's time they looked in the mirror and realize that change is part of the grand scheme of things and that they day should be numbered. But alas, it is they who pull the strings in the company...

Who will be the first to slit their own throat for the betterment of the corporation?

hehehe, now that is a question that brings a smile to my face for I know the answer all too well before it popped up before me on the screen for I know with every fibre of my existence that there are no corporate martyrs within this world. And I know that they will cry like a baby to keep the world just as it is though as the plebes are told, change is good yet there will be no real change until the shareholders all agree that is time to take the money and run (well, actually fly first-class) with it...

And now I have arrived at the core of the problem that has been on my mind for all eternity - who will change those who preach change?

Funny how all things are cyclic in nature and the more things whirl about in my brain, the more likely I will be where I began...

Ah, the Mysteries of Life...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word...