Unpotted, Repotted and Parasite Free

Mercy me, I think I'm back.
Redirected, unaffected, and thankfully parasite free.



Silly girl I can be. You're only sposed to help those who help themselves (Uno it). But I learnt. Boy did I learn.
And I have my beloved T-Man along for my eternal ride and could... not.... possibly....wish... for... another.
And it's nearly Jesus'Birthday!
I love Christ(mas).
Or Festivus or Mithmas or whatever the hell it is.

Two of the intelligent young men who will be celebrating at our table cum 25th maintain that it's not really Jesus' birthday (and one maintains that he is, in fact, Jesus!) But I don't need technicalities (rife in my life with the T-man) nor do I need an excuse to celebrate Haysoos; it's just nice that everybody else will be joining me.
(Well except for the jews. and the muslims. and the consumers. and the gentiles. and digression unnecessary)
I just want to say that from what I've heard of Mr Christ, I have not (and not for lack of trying) found anyone else ever I would want to aspire to and in this sense, he is, indeed, my saviour. Yah.

I have been desperately but quite necessarily exploring this situation that you people call life in order to fill the void my sweet green friend has left.

Fifteen years Mary-Jane 'n I clocked up and I can't say say I haven't been in mourning (wouldn't b here without her) but now I actually get to see the morning (and the night and the afternoon and all the hours in between) ;unfortunately Mary-Jane is cross at me since I said tatala and she is punishing me by stealing my nocturnal bliss.

Thankfully my Beloved T-Man is on holidays and can be the brigadier of the Elyssium brigade most times (except when he's playing with his best friend Quake, ah look I forgive him, I'm sure it's nice to revisit his old cyber pals since every single thing he owned GOT BURNT UP)

So the nightmares suck, I'm severely sleep deprived (which can b a more fun drug than anything) and I LOATHE change but all in all I am kickin' life's ass Wokka Wokka Wah Wah.

I now eat. I now cook. I now smile. and I garden. Boy do I garden. Methinks me knows me's entered a lil' more mature way of thinking (ie. I'm gettin' old) when I get oh so excited about finding worms so I can put 'em in my compost! But hell we need food and frankly Safeway(tm)(see:totally munted) ur shit just ain't cutting it.

Apart from I love stuf, today I got some very good news (which I'm having trouble accepting)In 2 months I will be an official ABA (ie. Applied Behavioural Analysis) therapist and I have been invited by a wonderfully wise woman to practise at her therapy and healing centre.

I am already a level 2 Reiki therapist and soon I can combine it all to help n heal my wonderful autistic starchildren. It could be a dream, though. I guess we;ll see. Waking Life 'n all that. Ah but I blah, sleep dep'll do that.

Oh and by the way, Uno how people for years have cruised around with sandwich boards, ringing bells and such, proclaiming the end is nigh? well it actually is this time.

(metaphorically speaking of course, YOU HEAR THAT CATHOLICS! DO YA.. YOU'd WANNA)

So, anyway, if you know what you gotta do and you're just not, get on with it already. Time is a'tickin on.

Quotes of the Day - "Nobody realises that some people expend enourmous amounts of energy merely to be normal" Camus

"F@#K normal" Elyssium

"He who despairs over an event is a coward, but he who holds hope for the human condition is a fool" (?) Camus again maybe? I didn't write it down.

Now Playing - The sounds of one mighty sweet (yet slightly pompous) boy doing the dishes. FRICKIN' FINALLY.

I Thank the Universe For - Aforementioned boy and My girls plus their girls and well, I think I finally appreciate being alive again so ah, thanks for everything.

Tra lalalala