The musings of a crazy lady from Hamilton, Ohio. "Madwoman in the attic" is a reference to the book "Jane Eyre," and our world where we try to silence and "lock away" the mentally ill.
26 December 2012
Christmas Night
Terrific. We are, perhaps, expecting a blizzard. But here, we are getting drunk and don't care. Champagne, anyone?
24 December 2012
Why I Hate Yahoo News
You gotta love the right wing nut jobs on Yahoo news. I wrote the following comment, re: some British guy they all want to deport because he supports gun control:
"Yes, let's deport someone for having different views than we do. Seriously, that attitude is completely un-American, to silence others' views because we happen to disagree with them. How can you believe so strongly in the second amendment, and ignore parts of the first? And yes, I realize that Morgan may not be a citizen. I just find this petition to run counter to American values."
I got two negative votes, but no argumentative replies. What a bunch of fucking idiot sheep! Now some moron is saying that without guns in the hands of every dumbass in the country,we are no better than Nazi Germany. Merry fucking Christmas to you, too!
"Yes, let's deport someone for having different views than we do. Seriously, that attitude is completely un-American, to silence others' views because we happen to disagree with them. How can you believe so strongly in the second amendment, and ignore parts of the first? And yes, I realize that Morgan may not be a citizen. I just find this petition to run counter to American values."
I got two negative votes, but no argumentative replies. What a bunch of fucking idiot sheep! Now some moron is saying that without guns in the hands of every dumbass in the country,we are no better than Nazi Germany. Merry fucking Christmas to you, too!
Yes, let's deport
someone for having different views than we do. Seriously, that attitude
is completely un-American, to silence others' views because we happen
to disagree with them. How can you believe so strongly in the second
amendment, and ignore parts of the first? And yes, I realize that Morgan
may not be a citizen. I just find this petition to run counter to
American values.
Yes, let's deport
someone for having different views than we do. Seriously, that attitude
is completely un-American, to silence others' views because we happen
to disagree with them. How can you believe so strongly in the second
amendment, and ignore parts of the first? And yes, I realize that Morgan
may not be a citizen. I just find this petition to run counter to
American values.
23 December 2012
Guardian Angel
"Ordinary Day"
I love this song right now. I think we all need an angel to invade our lives sometimes. My guardian angel woke me up, and refuses to let me go back to sleep. He believes in me, and I love him dearly. Why let circumstances dictate who we are?
Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That everyday he finds
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.
He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal.
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And I know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand.
Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you see?
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see all your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand,
In the palm of your hand.
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
Just an ordinary day.
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That everyday he finds
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.
He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal.
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And I know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand.
Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you see?
Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.
And he said take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see all your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand,
In the palm of your hand.
Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
I love this song right now. I think we all need an angel to invade our lives sometimes. My guardian angel woke me up, and refuses to let me go back to sleep. He believes in me, and I love him dearly. Why let circumstances dictate who we are?
22 December 2012
20 December 2012
Winter
I have reached the bursting point for the second time in the past 3 months. I am severely depressed. It gets old after awhile, fighting 3 major, chronic illnesses. But veno-occlusive disease and endometriosis are nothing in comparison to the other one- bipolar disorder. I am tired of feeling helpless while the President and Congress cut my benefits (I'm barely surviving on what I get now. I live far below the poverty line). I hate where I live, but it's the only housing I can afford. I would like to go back to living with my parents. Their petty tyranny is irritating, but I don't have anyone else. I have no reason to leave the house, and I haven't the means to get anywhere my ailing body can't walk. I am completely alone, and while I know I can be a strain on my parents, I honestly don't have anyone else. My so-called fiance prefers her precious solitude, and I accept that. Hell, I wish I were the same way. I haven't got any other friends. Where would I make friends? I am a recluse. Not by choice, but by necessity. So I guess everyone expects me to go mad here in my isolation, and kill myself. Do I even have a say in the matter? I refuse to live like this. I refuse! There is no dignity in this hell. I am just one of society's forgotten, ,I suppose. How did I get here? Even I haven't a clue.
19 December 2012
"It ain't my fault you're motivated...."
Mmmm, yeah ... like this bassline ... wooo ... One these days I'm a run
this town. You know what I'm sayin'? Give me another drink of that
water. Yeah. Sing it now... Woooo
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I rather stand on the corner and laugh my ass off
and pay my dues I done work my ass off
but work never got me nowhere
it was like god luck and I just happened to be there
and I'm a show up when I show up
and if I don't blow up. fuck it. I don't blow up
at least I don't have to grow up
man let me smoke my cigarette
I figurin' now 'bout all the things I won't get
a bunch of bullshit I really don't need
a bunch of dumb bitches mixin' crack with weed
but I got caffiene and I got pills
I got me a beat machine and I got skills
and so what if I gotta sleep all day
it ain't like I'm missin' much anyway
'cause it's a fake and it's all take
you're all full of shit so I'll D.O.A.
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
You all look at me like I done lost my mind
wearin' argyle socks doin' the 'bump and grind'
I got IZOD v-neck, a hi-tech redneck
Pumas and a foamy hat so give me respect
I spent about ten years in the hole
after a light-skinned girl cold stole my soul
but now I'm up I don't give a fuck
you can have my depression, you can eat my butt
I don't need no philosophies, except my own
for christ's sakes it's too late, I guess I'm grown
and I've learned enough to know I don't know shit
I've bitched and moaned but I ain't never quit
kept on survivin' and kept on strivin'
fixed my transmission and kept on drivin'
so I guess it's okay to be mentally ill
guess it ended up payin' all my damn bills
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
Man, it ain't my fault you wanna run errands ... get up early ... go to the grocery store ... It's good you motivated. I'm proud of you, man. But I'm goin' back to bed.
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded (MOTIVATED!)
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away (WASTE AWAY!)
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
MOTIVATED!
WASTE AWAY!
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I rather stand on the corner and laugh my ass off
and pay my dues I done work my ass off
but work never got me nowhere
it was like god luck and I just happened to be there
and I'm a show up when I show up
and if I don't blow up. fuck it. I don't blow up
at least I don't have to grow up
man let me smoke my cigarette
I figurin' now 'bout all the things I won't get
a bunch of bullshit I really don't need
a bunch of dumb bitches mixin' crack with weed
but I got caffiene and I got pills
I got me a beat machine and I got skills
and so what if I gotta sleep all day
it ain't like I'm missin' much anyway
'cause it's a fake and it's all take
you're all full of shit so I'll D.O.A.
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
You all look at me like I done lost my mind
wearin' argyle socks doin' the 'bump and grind'
I got IZOD v-neck, a hi-tech redneck
Pumas and a foamy hat so give me respect
I spent about ten years in the hole
after a light-skinned girl cold stole my soul
but now I'm up I don't give a fuck
you can have my depression, you can eat my butt
I don't need no philosophies, except my own
for christ's sakes it's too late, I guess I'm grown
and I've learned enough to know I don't know shit
I've bitched and moaned but I ain't never quit
kept on survivin' and kept on strivin'
fixed my transmission and kept on drivin'
so I guess it's okay to be mentally ill
guess it ended up payin' all my damn bills
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
Man, it ain't my fault you wanna run errands ... get up early ... go to the grocery store ... It's good you motivated. I'm proud of you, man. But I'm goin' back to bed.
It ain't my fault you're motivated
'cause I ain't workin' my drive has faded (MOTIVATED!)
I'd rather chill, talk to my friends
and drink my coffee, laugh at my sins
I'm lovin' life, it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away (WASTE AWAY!)
I said I'm lovin' life it's a pretty day
and I'm a let it waste away
MOTIVATED!
WASTE AWAY!
This is "Motivated" by Rehab....my new theme song, lol.
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