Defragged and Rebooted

Don't you ever just feel like some kind of machine? I know I do. Like pulsing electricity and a jumble of firing wires. Sometimes they go where they are supposed to, connect to and sometimes its like a downed power line thats spitting and jumping and flayling under its own power trying to find what it needs to be connected to. Sometimes I even freak myself out. Sometimes I freak others out. Sometimes I decide not to filter a damn thing when I write. Why should I? It's my shit and how I feel or perceive or react. Whatever. I personally am not responsible for others perceptions or interpretations. It is interesting though the range of reactions it sparked......

After I wrote and posted "Kristen's New Dating Site Ad" I received several calls and even more emails from people who care about me. That part rocked. The part that didn't rock was having to 'justify' why I wrote it. Normally I wouldn't even give a shit to even bother replying. Obviously the piece made some bells go off somewhere in some people. Thank you for caring about me. Thank you for stopping whatever else you were doing to take the time to respond. I didn't ask for responses so I guess they meant more to me that they came. It was unexpected.

The responses ranged from "Haha, good one...a talking sphincter indeed", "Do you want me to hunt the bastard down that did this to you", "Do you want some company?", "Wow you sure sounded angry and hurt", to "God your such a monumental sarcastic smart ass".

Yes on the talking sphincter, no do not hunt anyone down cause I'm not vindictive, sure come over and change my views, Gee..YA THINK I sounded angry and hurt? Fuckin duh. and yes yes yes on being a smart ass. Its how I deal. How I roll. Its my M.O baby. Modus Operandi.

To put anyones mind at ease, especially my own, I am happy to report that even having every human attribute in question in the above mentioned piece snubbed out, I am fine. Even though my core foundation was severely cracked by the exclusion of simple compassion by another, actually I should say others as it was a culmination of many people....I am fine. Finer than fine. Closer to fine even. It just took me a little longer this time to stand straight up after the blow. Big fucking blow. You understand. Thank God Im in The Union. Thank God for My Tribe.

Look. See. Listen. Its how I feel, really.
Indigo Girls-Closer To Fine (will open in a separate window)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o27ugtK3i4w

AND...Spring is officially here! Wooohoo. So, here....

As I walk. as I walk.....
The Universe is walking with me.
In beauty it walks before me.
In beauty it walks beside me.
In beauty it walks behind me.
In beauty it walks below me.
In beauty it walks above me.
Beauty is on every side of me.
Beauty envelopes me.
Beauty walks with me
As I walk, as I walk.
Beauty.

~Kristen



SUCCESS is having peace within yourself and joy in serving others that they too may find it.
May you have the light of hope, direction, and strength to be the person, the soul you were meant to be.

Kristen's New Dating Site Ad

The listening companion is Cream-Strange Brew (if anything you gotta see the groovy hair and outfits and young Eric Clapton on guitar) Listening to the lyrics optional but always recommended.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3cELfFjXvY


Dating Site Ad for Kristen

43 yr old SWF in search of emotionally adrift male. Please be one in touch with living an ego based life instead of what's simply right, wrong or just plain not fucked up toward others. It really gets me hot when guys say one thing and have absolutely zilch to back it up. There is nothing sexier than a walking, talking sphincter. Im also into 'swinging' so please bring alllllll the skeletons in your closet. What fun all of us will have getting to know each other!

I love to take long walks with my special guy as well as all the woman who have ever hurt or mistreated him. I like to talk about your past lovers at length as it gets me all warm and gooey inside. I especially dig hearing about the ones you might still have strong feelings for.

I really dislike being in a loving, fun, sexy, communicative, mutually nuturing relationship so please try to feed me bullshit as often as possible if you please. It gets my panties in a sweet bunch when a guy doesn't take personal responsibility for anything they do that's icky toward anyone. We are all perfect and never fuck up right? Me too!

Can we make every conversation about you, not me or us? Do not show a sincere interest in me as a person. Yuck. Sincerity is for losers. Will you please bring your issues from 30 years ago and let me show you how wonderful life really is and then I hope my guy will have the strength of character and golden moral fiber to disappear like a fart in a wind storm because an actual blissful existence with an amazing woman challenges your balance? Cowards rule in my book! Mmmmm, so hot!

I personally never want to change or modify any crappy stuff in my life because im used to it and positively adore walking around with a steamer trunk full of unresolved issues and I love to hold onto negative things because of the warm glow they give my Soul, so I understand if you prefer to be content in your personal self induced misery as well. You must only know 1 way to be and live and should not be open to new attitudes about love, simple true pleasures, living free, evolving positively forward and upward and being content. I hate that shit.

I like deep emotional scars and think they are sexy as hell, especially when we can use them as an excuse to be sub human to our fellow brothers or sisters. Its very classy and im sure my friends would give me the 'thumbs up' if I could find those traits in a male friend, jiggy lover or soul mate. I would be repulsed if I had all 3 in one dandy man package. You are my new hero if you get or fit my dream man descriptions. Im giddy with anticipation in hope of finding The One....I can't wait to hear from you!

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Some will read this and recognize familiar traits we have all seen, been or are currently experiencing. Count me in amongst these. I'm very human and completely as fucked up and perfect as the rest. I figure if I asked for the exact opposite of what I've been getting in my dating/sexual life surely the Universe would play along and throw me a good bone;-)

Keep smiling and remember that though you might not win all the battles life has, with a sense of humor and a good attitude...you will win the war. Just try and know the difference on whats worth fighting for and what should be walked away from. Hell, flip it off it it makes you feel better. I do.

~Kristen

"Courage is being scared to death ~ but saddling up anyway" - John Wayne

Men Are Like Cheese by Ima Retard

One time, not at Band Camp but in my kitchen, over wine...that fancy boxed merlot wine... I declared to a friend that life is not worth living without cheese. Yes CHEESE my friends. I love cheese and Im grateful I am not lactose intolerant.

My friend looked at me like I was a a fucking retard, I know the rolly eyes look and hear that "Oh god Kristen, NOW what?" tone but in truth I am truly retarded at least half the time. (I can say retard and you can't because Im a Crip and your an Able Body...ask Timmy and Jimmy of South Park.) I get on these rants about random stuff no one cares about except me. But then again maybe I'm not aware of all the cheese lovers out there. I should get out more often.

Ok so.....

Men are like cheese.

Why? Well the 4 catagories of cheese are: soft, semi-soft, semi-hard and hard. I'm sure you can fill in the blanks on my reasoning here. Some are strong and flavorful, Some are smooth and melt heavenly in your mouth. Some are really hard and pungent and leave a nasty aftertaste. Some are sweet with a nutty undertone and go well with fruit. Some are best aged, even if they do have those blueish veins. Mmmm, flavor. Don't just look at the outer casing, open it up if you can and taste the insides. If its good, savor it. Let it lay on your tongue and get to all your senses. Some cheeses have been smoked to long and need a good airing out like a musty sleeping bag needs fresh outdoor air. Some have that scary looking science project mold on it but if your brave enough and if its your favorite type of cheese...simply carve off the icky looking stuff and enjoy the good eats under the disguise. There is alot of wonderful cheese out there. Endless tasty possabilities. Don't limit yourself. What kind of cheese do you prefer?

Next in the Ima Retard food series.."Women Are Like Whine"

~Kristen
3-15-2009

Does Dating Suck or Rock?

True Story

So we all are out there and here trying to make a connection. Am I wrong here? I don't think so. I know I am. ....looking, not wrong. Whether its just a quick hump physical connection or something more, we are all in search of it. Maybe we don't even know what it is we are specifically searching for, but we are supposed to be smart enough to know when we do find 'it'.

All I know is you should try to hang on to the good shit and connections and people you meet because we are indeed one fucked up lot here on earth. So if you can find the freaks that fit your freaks, then do NOT freak out. Embrace and nourish cause really good shit is so rare. (Forest Gump voice),,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.....'and thats all I know about that'.

Ok, so I connect with a person via the internet. Its how its done these days. Sad, but actually effective and a time saver in my opinion. Hes sweet and funny and complimentary and his freaks fit my freaks. Sounded like fun right? Ok, stay with me here. So T, I'll call him has a Masters Degree in education and got home recently from teaching in Korea. We'd discussed IQ in a random conversation and though he was well even beyond the limits of being a card carrying Member Of MENSA, he was not. He was taking mass trasit over to my part of town. The train to get here runs East to West and is about 30? miles long. I told him where I lived etc and Id meet him at the end of the line where I live and pick him up. Fine. You still with me? So as I see the 2 different timed trains come to my East end and no T, I had that weird instinct thing ding inside me. 4 seconds later T calls to tell me he accidently took the train to the complete wrong end of town and was out there in West land, at the end of the line. So I said, in the best smart ass tone I could muster, "So hows that extremely high IQ thing workin out for ya". I had to laugh because shit happens and there positively has to be some zinger in every first date right?

It's getting kind of late and I was hemming and hawing about him turning around in the correct compass direction of true East. It was going to take over an hour and I was hungry as hell and he was supposed to take me to dinner. Hmm, what to do? To aid in my decision, I hear T on the cell phone say "Ok now", and I hear a bunch of people say in unison "Give him another chance!" Huh? I said, "what was that". T said he told a bunch of strangers on the train that he was a total idiot and took the train in the complete wrong direction to see this hot chick for a first date. He asked them to wait for his signal and then they would all say "give him another chance". How fuckin adorable is that? And FUNNY, you should have heard the people on the train. Magellen he was not. True. Buy hey, any guy that can publicly compromise his dignity with humor to make me laugh and not want to bitch slap him sure has his 2nd date chance. Damn. Way cool.

So we did meet and it was fun. Some people are just worth that 2nd chance. Though he did inform me at dinner that.... No, I could NOT have the added cost and addition of a bisquit and gravy because thats how it starts. First the chick fandangles a $1.99 side menu item out of you and the next thing you know she's screamin for a Ford Excursion in the driveway. I laughed so hard the people in the restuarant thought I was having a seizure. Sometimes boys are fun and adorable and I do not want to throw rocks at them like I usually do.

So just relax guys and gals and lighten up. Dating is always at the very least, uhm...entertaining.

So. Does dating suck or rock?

~Kristen

Follow up on "to breathe or not to breathe"

My word of the day is
BALANCE. lmao;-p

your listening companion for my blog today is Amos Lee-"Keep it loose, Keep it tight"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_9_Dhi2s1Y


after I posted "to breathe or not to breathe" my friends told me it was painful and kinda funny to read. Well it was painful to live, not really so funny.... trust me, but my point was trying to find that, ANY bright spot you can out of a Shit Storm. I couldn't of handled it without your support. True Friends Rock. I love you!


Did you know the military does this? I copied this article off the net...can't remember where. Its an amazing article and makes a ton of sense....

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.....He/She ended up in southeastern North Carolina at Fort Bragg, home of the Army's elite Airborne and Special Forces. This is where the Army's renowned survival school is located. It's also where they believe in something called stress inoculation. Like vaccines, a small challenge or dose of a virus in your system prepares and defends you against a bigger challenge. In other words, they expose you to pressure and suffering in training so you'll build up your immunity. It's a kind of classic psychological conditioning: the more shocks to your system, the more you're able to withstand.

(Special shout out to R.O)
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After I read this I actually was relieved to know that all the shit happenings from my past were just part of my Life Training. Whew! I finally got a furlough and am currently enjoying my training break contemplating my existance while making devils food chocolate cupcakes with milk chocolate icing. Ice cold milk is a must too.

I've heard through the grapevine I'm getting a huge promotion...something about courage under fire, valor, commitment, strength of conviction and passion. I think everyone should know how to validate themselves and recognize their strengths and deficits (notice I did not use the word weaknesses). Personally I have a ton of those deficit thingys. If you stir me up somehow you might see those shiny things in me too. Stay true to yourself and remember to ask for help if you need it. I could think of worse 4 letter words besides h.e.l.p...

NEWS FLASH!!!!!!!!

A 9-1-1 call came in tonight from a 15 year old boy who frantically said he found his mother laying on the kitchen floor. He stated she was barely breathing and covered in what looked like chocolate cake batter from head to toe. He said it appeared from the 3 open boxes of cake batter mix that she could be in a chocolate coma . She was clutching 2 cupcakes in each of her hands and had a very pronounced milk mustache the boy stated and had she appeared to have rolled in all the batter on the floor. Her long hair was caked like chocolate dreadlocks and batter covered her entire face and body. The boy said she looked like Whoopi Goldberg except for the half eaten cupcake hanging out of her mouth. Emergency vehicles responded.

LATER NEWS FLASH!!!!!!!!!!

Ambulance team of Starsky and Hutch arrived on the scence and immediately began CPR on now identified Ms. Kristen of Troutdale. OR. They cleared the cupcake obstructing her airway and her oxygen levels and heart rate returned to somewhat normal. The ambulance team could not be sure if permanant brain damage was done. Ms. Nilsen was carefully taken to a nearby field and air lifted to OHSU hospital by The Chocolate Coma Team. Present condition is listed as critical.

LAST NEWS FLASH!!!!!!!!!!

Upon arrival and assesment by Oregons finest medical professionals, the report is as follows:

-Patient keeps mumbling "bring it on you fuckers" and flipping the bird over and over. 50 mg. of Rhino tranqulizer was administered. Patient quit mumbling. Wrist and ankle restraints were removed.

Ms. Nilsen is now in stable condition and threat of immediate death is not apparant. It took 4 scrub nurses (haha) to get all the caked on...pun intended....cake batter off her body and out of her hair.

Chocolate heals. Batter up!

~Kristen

To breathe or not to breathe.

To breathe or not to breathe...thats my question today. Sometimes its questionable.

Its Sunday afternoon, March 1st and its cold, gray and fiercely windy outside and it fits my mood perfectly. The last 14 days or so have literally kicked the living stuffing out of me. Like a donkey kicked me repeatedly. Just as I was about to stand up. Blam! Another kick. Fucking donkeys anyways. They're all asses. Ive gotten used to life, at least my life, being a series of ebbs and flows.......and tsunamis, earthquakes, hurricanes, lightning and thunder, cyclones and just pure shit storms. Its life.

I learned along time ago that the trick is to just keep getting up and dusting yourself off. If you need help, ask. Survey the damage around you, if any, and fix what you can, walk away from what you can't and learn how not to let it happen again in the future. There are no mistakes friends. There is only experience.

Lets see, my personal 2 week survey would include, but not limited to, the following pure Shit Storm.

-While trying to be productive in washings bedspreads and blankets, I overloaded and broke my washing machine. Water everywhere. Super. I have piles of cash saved for emergencies. Not.

-This guy I really fuckin like the best has to move to New Mexico for work. Like, pack up your life and kid and leave your family and get established and ready to start work or your job is in jeopardy and uhm...can you do it in 2 weeks or else? Neat. Its a great move for his career so I am supportive and encouraging. Its big shit. The move isn't forever and its only time and distance right? I declare I'll help in any way possible because he's really freaked out about the change. Understandable. I shove aside my own shit momentarily so I can give him my 100%. I know how to multi-task and get shit handled and done. He was in a Catagory 5 storm and I was willing to jump in beside him to help him ride out the storm. Even fight that twat Mother Nature if it came to that. Apparantly men don't like that quality in a woman. Read on.....

-I got stood up on my Valentines Day date. The Likey guy. I had other options but he canceled at the last nanosecond. How thoughtful. I understood his gears hopped. The bitch was I knew how to fix it. Fuck me. Being a loyal friend like a shiny golden dog doesn't get you shit. Ouch.

-While driving home from a fun sunday drive my car farted out a meaningful part and I had to get towed home. Got stoned while waiting and the sun was out. No big deal. Just annoying sitting along the highway praying a zillion ton semi doesn't bash into you because your a foot over the white line and in the path of traffic. No worries. Be happy.

-I was stressing over money and bills because a 18 month roomate disappeared like a coward in the night cause he owed me 800 bucks in back rent. I know. I'm such a bitch for not letting a grown man, able bodied man live here for free. The nerve of me for yelling at him. Ooops. I need to work on my confrontational attitude. I was so out of line.

-PGE electric comany man pounds on my door and smiling asks me for $256.00 bucks kinda like NOW or he is here to shut off my electricity. I smiling hand PGE man a bad check in hopes I can cover it before they cash it. Oh the joy of being a responsible adult.

-I can barely walk because while trying to do something positive for myself and lose some major poundage I go for a long walk with my friend and dogs in the woods and am repayed by a messed up knee so bad they prescribe major pain meds for relief. Neat. That was my good right knee and since I limped on my left side before, and with my valiant efforts to excersice I can now declare I am all evened out in the way I walk.

-My dogs keep running amuck when I let them outside because the huge fence blew down in a wind storm. Gotta fix that fence.

-Landlord mails me a 72 hour eviction notice. I jump with exitement. I think I pooped a little too. I have tried in the past to fart cash but with my current McDonalds situation declined to try that approach for getting money.

-I realize when walking in from getting the joyous mail that I have bare wood showing on my roof from missing shingles etc from recent wind storm. Gotta fix that. Rains coming. The joys of being a homeowner.

-The guy I adore tells me his car battery is dead and cant come see me for a planned date. I flip out and hang up on him and get really drunk. I later drunk dail him and vaguely remember telling his voice mail I hate him. The Universe is against us. The last things he says to me on a text is "well fuck you to". Nice. It was the 4th cancel from him in a row. Yes, Im such a bitch. He also has no idea of what I'm going through because I'm trying to be a good friend and woman and help him through a tougher time than I'm having so I keep my crap to myself. Yea, Fuck me to. I could use the diversion. I never can hate anyone I never loved first. I suck and am stupid.

-My 15 year old son thinks he is Bob Marley and ganja is the only thing worth pursuing. Some of the kids that have come through here lately look like The Children of The Corn or some shit. Scary. We have a problem. His grades are good. Dammit.

-This young cute policeman pounds on my door serving me with court papers informing me I am being sued by coward roomate who disappeared. Lawsuit is for return of his personal property. I immediately red line and fly about my house in a barrage of obsenities. Yes folks, its so rewarding to help your fellow man. Just super.

-Can you believe this? I'm not even finished yet.

-An idiot customer files a complaint with the Better Business Bureau on my web business because she cant follow simple customer service protocols for returns and even after refunding her money in full because shes stupid, I get a black mark on a 100% perfect 12 years in business rating. Thanks bitch. Its been a pleasure serving you.

-I get a nasty, hand written threatening piece of mail from my mortgage holder that my house insurance is about to cancel because I haven't paid them. I again jump with excitement but do not poop this time.

-My Mom decides she needs to talk to me about my tone of voice and attitude lately. She knows nothing of my severe knee pain or other storms. I decline to discuss my current attitude with her. I am a horrible daughter.

-At a doctors visit my blood pressure is 162/100. She asks me "are you under alot of stress?" I fall off the examination table while laughing semi hysterically. She asks me if its time for the straightjacket and a double dose of thorazine and I compose myself and politely decline. I'm fine, really. For some reason I smiled at the thought of Bob Marley.

-I go to landlord/tenant court to fight the coward roomate and bring a male friend with me to keep me from punching coward in the face on sight and/or help me keep my mouth under control and not land in jail when I am passionate or pissed and vent or rant. Know Thyself. I am pleased to report no physical punches were thrown, only a few verbal ones.

-Got the pleasure of me having to PAY coward 300.00 bucks for giving him a safe, clean, comfortable home to stay in as he was homeless when I let him move in. It was an added bonus to recall the fond memories of being fucked dry up my ass for the 800 bucks he owed me in back rent. Oh the joys of giving. MMmmm good.

-After an exhausting day in court fighting the good fight, I got the pleasure of dealing with another adult male roommate as he stumbled around the house drunk as fuck at 4pm in the afternoon with a lit cigarette. Not only is he stumbling drunk, he has the voice of a really annoying bullhorn in your ear because hes hard of hearing and bellows like a dumb fuck when he drinks. I order pizza for son and drunk asshole in hopes the food will help asshole pass out. Please, just pass out. And quit coming up to me at my desk and poking me with your fat, stupid, drunk finger in the shoulder over and over or I'll snap that pokey finger off like a twig. I mentally plan how to hide his body should he continue his antics. I am lucky to have a few friends that would help me do this body hiding thing.

-Male friend I took with me to court this same court day blows a huge head gasket and completely flips out on my ass because I didn't have the time or energy to discuss a 3 some he wanted to orchastrate. I am selfish. I am a user. I am hopelessly self absorbed and never care about what interests him ever. He also has no clue of what my current storm issues are. I fold. He wins. I suck. I have no chips left in which to play this game. More shoulder pokes from drunk roommate. Smoke is coming out my ears. Gears have jumped sync and are now grinding painfully to a slow halt. I remind myself to breathe.

-Pizza does not sop up enough of current drunk ass roomates booze filled stomach and he contines to drink my dwindling box of wine, which, frankly I am in much desire of. I declare him cut off, please go to sleep, yes you are pissing me off and if you burn my house down with a lit drunk cigarette I will indeed murder you with no remorse. He stomps his foot like a, well, drunk child and puts his coat on to leave and drink somewhere else. Hallaleuah my prayers are answered. He leaves to talk like a bullhorn in someone elses ear. I put away my billy club I was about to use on him. Situation diverted. Buh bye.

-I enjoy an evening of the finest boxed merlot and chatting with my girlfriends. We all decide to become lesbians and swear off men. Keep and nuture your friends. They save lives and your sanity. Oh, and boxed wine is used to get your jumped grinding gears back in sync. I bet you didn't know that.

-I throw 3 bucks worth of McDonalds shit down my throat so I dont shop for groceries at white-trash Winco hungry and am happy to report I did poop this time and only 3 hours later. Its Friday night and time for your local food borne illness Kristen. The weekend and friends are calling. Time to re energize and relax and have some well deserved fun right? Isn't that the time to get completely liquid poop? Personally I don't think so and I was pretty pissed I couldn't find a cork anywhere. I looked.

-My female dog Dolly went into heat and got blood all over the cream colored bedspread I did manage to finally get clean and broke my washer over. You go girl. What a bitch.

-My under 1 year old male dog Tator Tot is so jazzed about sniffing a bitch in heat for the first time in his brazen chihuahua life he is now taking to humping not only anyones arm that is near but he bites and throws the accent pillows on the floor and very determined and vigourusly has his way with them. I need to get that washer fixed. Eeew. I call the dog breeder lady who is now a friend and who I got Tater from and say I want a refund because this chihuahuas penis and balls are freakishly to large for his body. Another Eeeeew. She laughed and said he will grow into his 'package'. I laughed even louder because I've never seen a human man do this...what did she say? "growing into your penis thing?"

-My dating life is a joke and frustrating because everyone seems to talk out their ass and there is no follow through in what they say or profess. Maybe its just me but actions always speak louder than words. Bullshit sucks and so do posers. I can see why women turn into "cat ladies". Snort!

-Last, but SO not least. I started my period. Mother Nature is a real hoot. Really, she is.

Ok, ok....enough already you say?

So you see...life can be a storm. I'm pretty sure I've spelled out what constitutes a Shit Storm, at least in my opinion.

Are you wondering what happened? Will you tune in tomorrow or read on to see if I made it through? Will there even BE another exciting episode in the continuing saga of Kristen?

Fucking count on it.

I covered the PGE check uhm, creatively. My electricity will burn another day. My neighbor is fixing the fence. The roofer fixed my roof. The broke car part was only 40 bucks. Guy friend fixed it. Fords Rule. Mom backed off me. Now sober roommate swears off any further binge drinking. We'll see. I still have my club. Lawsuit over with. I swear off being kind and thoughtful to anyone ever again. I laugh at myself. Staved off getting evicted by paying up arrears. House insurance all good. Landlord and mortgage company removed target off my ass. Saw the whites, instead of reds of my sons eyes today. Further discussion needed though. Liquid body fluids now solid. Guy I adored grunted at me earlier on email, maybe he'll apologize someday. Maybe not. Hard one to call. Guy friend who hates me because I wasn't up for a 3 some, same deal. Hard to call.

I didn't lose. I didn't fail. I don't see it that way. I sure as shit got some more life experience though. Its all good. I got a fat insurance check from the storm damage file I claimed on my thank god I didn't get cancelled homeowners insurance. So the moral of this story is......If the storm hadn't of come, Ida never got the check that saved my ass in all those other money matters right? Fuck it. You gotta find the ray of sunshine through your storms. Sometimes you have to look realllllllly hard. I did. But I have great Karma and Karma counts. Make sure you put out what you desire back.

-I am done. Save the fork. Trust me, I am really done. And just for the record......I decided to keep on breathing and loving anyway. Fuck it. Bring it on. Personally I just wing it. Flap flap flap....Faith. Attitude. Friends. My 3 words of the day.

AC/DC wrote a song called Ride on. I choose to ride. On and on and on. It makes my heart really happy and my eyes light way up to know that some of you will be with me for the ride. I love you...I'm sure. Storm or sunshine.



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