Friday, August 31, 2012
Great Morning
So far, so good.
I feel good, totally got a good nights rest. Which is unusual for me.
I'm in a good mood. Compared to yesterday it is a complete turnaround.
Even the kids aren't annoying this morning.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Are You Sure?
Blogger asks me if I am sure that I want to post this.
Maybe Facebook should ask this as well?
I see too many comments that should have never been posted.
Sure you can edit and delete your posts after the fact but I bet that if you are asked before you post in the first place it would make you think twice.
As my mother always said "If you don't have anything nice to say, than don't say anything at all."
The world would be a lot quieter. And a hell of a lot more peaceful.
Be kind, rewind.
Love is a Moral Compromise
My emotions are all over the place today. There was nothing to focus completely on.
When I finally got to a point that I could get something to focus on, I felt that I had trouble doing that.
I was entirely too angry.
I did something that I wasn't sure if it was right or completely wrong, but I did it anyways because I was asked nicely and I love her.
But that's how it goes right? We do things for those we love, despite how we may feel.
Love can be a moral compromise and we don't realise it till after it is said and done.
I hope tomorrow is a better day.
A Love Note
I'd live a vain existence, if not by your side.
I'd take getting knocked down by oceans tide to just breath one more breath with you in eyesight.
I know not what I do wrong nor how to make it right, but I promise that one day, at some point in our lives we'll be old and gray together and i'll be happy to call myself yours.
MINE
You think you are not worth but it is I not worthy of your beauty and spirit.
The pulling nature of your eyes are spiraling my heart and mind, melding them with yours.
Those beautiful blue oceans to lose myself in for days on end.
Your soft beautiful skin to hold and caress.
So fragile I am afraid to break your heart and soul, I gentle my touch.
To see you smile makes me exstactic.
I want to take care of you and show you the world isnt as dark as it seems.
Your light only makes mine burn brighter, to show you your beauty and the beauty of this world is a war I am determined to win.
The One I Love
I wish i could show you exactly how much you mean to me.
One day my dream may come true, until than I shall live in this dream state, waiting to wake up to bliss and eternal happiness.
My soul mate, My other half, The one I love.
Blind
My heart and mind always at war.
To have you as my own would be my ultimate dream, you are a never ending golden day.
Until your voice fills my ears, and your beauty fills my mind, I am in utter agony. Without you I live in a dismal existence.
It Hurts
To Explain:
Earlier this year in February I was involved in a work related accident, a Forklift broke and part of it fell on my left arm pinning it to a concrete Ballast. It also gave me quite a good wound on my head.
I had to get 11 stitches in my arm and 4 staples in my head.
I began physical therapy late February and also started my light duty work in the office as well.
At first I couldn't move my arm more than half bent and no movement in my hand.
now i have almost full range in my hand. but complete range in my arm. half my arm and all my hand is still numb though.
I am doing home therapy at this point and see the doctor every couple of months due to the slow recover of certain parts of my hand.
I still have soreness and pains in my arm and hand.
The muscle in my arm has somewhat rebuilt but is having trouble going past the scar, which is mid arm so i have a bulb below my elbow and is skinny to my hand.
I'm Sorry
It's even more funny when men think women aren't equals.
Doomahss
Trapped in my Mind
The train isn't the best place to write such a thing because if you select all and the train decides to suddenly stop and it makes you accidentally delete everything, you are screwed.
There is no undo button.
So that will just have to stay in my mind.
As always Trapped in my Mind.
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
It wasnt enough.
Facebook is for complaining. Twitter is good for porn. At least here I can talk and not worry if anyone reads it or not. Let the ranting and raving begin!
-Angry monkey.

