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My Life Thus Far
2006-10-05 03:49:08 (UTC)

Vegan Myspace?

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"Make efforts to consider as transitory all adverse
circumstances and disturbances. Like ripples in a pool,
they occur and soon disappear. Insofar as our lives are
karmically conditioned, they are characterized by endless
cycles of problems. One problem appears and passes, and
soon another one begins."

Yes, indeed. There is a Vegan Myspace and I joined it
today! I never joined the real myspace, because it's for
pedophiles, rebellious teenagers and social pariahs (any
negative feedback? BRING IT. This is truly how I feel
about myspace). Vegan Myspace is basically the same idea,
but members seem to live a cleaner, more wholesome life
and are more inclined to keep their clothes on. Vegan
Myspace has only been around for two weeks and has a
meager 302 members, so I'm really getting in on the ground
floor. I wonder how long it'll be before it takes off?

My day is going okay. I'm not jumping off the walks with
happiness and excitment, but I've been worse. It was all
about Pala today (that would be my car). I washed her,
took her to Jiffy Lube to get her oil changed,
transmission flushed and all her levels and belts checked.
Everything checked out great. $200 in preventative
maintenance is so much nicer than $2000 for a new engine!
Or worse.

There was one thing that made me SO ANGRY today. When I
washed Pala (on base, mind you. The supposedly safe,
secure, FAMILY-LIKE atmosphere. The community
environment...my ass), I took off my SUPPORT BAD GIRLS and
John C. Stennis ribbon magnets, so I could wash under
them. Well, forgetful me didn't remember to put them back
on. I accidentally left them next to the car wash control
panel. Three hours later (after I left Jiffy Lube) I
remembered and went back for them. Some sorry bitch took
my SUPPORT BAD GIRLS ribbon, but left the Stennis one
behind (probably because her husband wasn't on the
Stennis). This little insignificant thing made me so
angry, because it was completely unecessary! That ribbon
cost a measily $2.99 at Spencers. Why would someone be so
dishonest as to take something they know isn't theirs? Why
couldn't they just leave it where it was? I'm not saying
I've never taken something that didn't belong to me. I
have, but not in a long time. I've grown up and I realize
that under no circumstance has it ever done me any good to
lie, steal or cheat. I've either gotten caught, felt
horribly guilty or it just didn't work out well. I've had
to try really hard to stop the bad thoughts I've been
having in my head about this person. Thank goodness
there's no way I can hunt them down, because they'd have a
fat lip and one less car magnet if I could! Kinder,
gentler Jennifer. Kinder, gentler Jennifer. I'll just keep
chanting that mantra...

I had the most terrible dream last night. It's stuck with
me all day and made me feel kind of gloomy this morning.
Details aren't important (mostly because I can't remember
details), but I remember the dream was very dark (not the
content, but the atmosphere). Like, it took place at
night, in the colder days of late autumn. I was sick.
Dying of something and Snookums was taking care of me.
Until he had to leave. He was being deployed. I don't
remember what happened, all I can recall is that he died
and I went insane. I was already sick and dying, but the
grief of losing him was too much for me and his parents
took the girls from me (we had three of them at this
point) and I was left alone, with no family, in the care
of nurses that didn't really show me much affection or
compassion. I was alone most of the time, trying to deal
with my own mortality and this horrible grief. It was a
terrible dream and for some reason, I couldn't wake up
from it. I was semi-aware that it was a dream, but unable
to come out of it. I don't usually remember my dreams
after I wake up, but this one is haunting me. MAKE IT STOP!

Remember the 6 garbage bags of clothes, shoes and purses
I'd accumulated from cleaning out my closet? Well, I
donated them today. It actually ended up being 7 bags,
because I found one in the back of my 3-body trunk (I call
it that, because it's so big, you could fit 3 dead bodies
in it, easily!) that I've been meaning to donate for
months. St. Vincent de Paul is literally right down the
hill from me, so there was no reason not to get it done.
They were very grateful for the donations. Most of the
proceeds from the sales they make go to helping low-income
families get back on their feet and to support community
services that don't get a lot of government funding. I can
support that. There was a time when Annie and I needed
their help and I'm glad to be able to give back now. I'm
in a good place in my life.

Tomorrow is my second day of work. I'm slightly
apprehensive, because the district manager is going to be
there, but I'm excited to get started, too. I want to do
well there. Victoria's Secret is my favorite store, if I
can't succeed there, I'm not going to make it anywhere!

I've got a ton of e-mails to get caught up on and I want
to make some headway on these damn scrapbooks. Who the
hell would have thought they'd take so long?! Ciao.




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