So I started an AutoCad class two weeks ago. I want to be in a higher income bracket. I used to love cooking but my passion for that died out. Too much bs in the restaurant business. Which is sort of ironic as recently restaurants are closing in this province because of lack of staff . I could only say “Hey pay your employees better and stop treating them like property.”
This course is very difficult and challenging. I need that. I had to give up my living alone status and now I have freakin room mates, One of whom is an alcoholic and a growing pain in the ass. He says he’s leaving to go live with his girlfriend in a week or so. I miss living alone already. If I win the lotto I’ll get my own place hahaha. I don’t buy tickets so that would be a real miracle.
I have to discipline myself to keep at it. My day doesn’t end at the end of class. It continues because I have to learn a lot of this program on my own time.
Aside from the bitching I’m coming into a time of life where I can soar. This was the whole idea. I fear i may have to leave someone behind but at this point the changes may be too much for her. It’s not sad it’s just the way of life.
Much love to all who may venture across this post.
Two women get into a car and drive away. They are comfortable with who they are. They love eachother and have no qualms about it. But the society they live in still has a problem. Women aren’t supposed to love women. Men aren’t supposed to love men. And the animosity used to defend this standard is astounding. Gay healing camps exist where the homosexual is ripped from the homosexual. Lesbians are “cured “. Only to eventually be reverted back. What is the answer to that question. I have no idea but the answers from the Christian Right seem to border on stoning them. I don’t get it. I read that Jesus said love one another as I have loved you. Not persecute one another until
Everyone is the same as you. Please explain. And don’t start with your cherry picked phrases that you conveniently pull out of scripture that prove your point even though you read them out of context. So someone please explain.
Okay I downloaded the app. Will I use it more than every now and then? We shall see.
Do I just imagine it
Or is the Spirit really dead.
I can’t get up
I can’t move
I live in tortured anxiety
There is no freedom
I close my eyes
I try to hide in sleep
The day ends
The darkness comes
I fear the darkness
Yet I hide in it.
Will it end?
Or is the Spirit really dead.
Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss.
If you are my friend, please answer this.
Are we friends, or are we not?
You told me once, but I forgot
So tell me now, and tell me true
So I can say, I’m here for you
Of all the friends, I’ve ever met
You’re the one, I won’t forget
And if I die, before you do
I’ll got to heaven, and wait for you
I’ll give the angels back their wings
And risk the loss of everything
Just to prove my friendship is true
I’ll go to Hell and back for you!
This is one of the most Plagiarized poems on the internet
Author Fiona Marie Hawthorn of Potton Township Quebec.
I’ve walked it
I’ve run it
I’ve seen it
Smell it taste it in the air
It’s all around it there
In our hearts
And festering souls
And I’ve run from it and prayed at it
I’ve cursed it and belittled it
But it follows always
Never tiring never ceasing
To claw and infect
It’s a world
It’s a goal and a dream
To roll in it like pigs in shit
Suck or die
The slime they gave us
It drags us in.
that righteous load of