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My Life Thus Far
2007-06-22 05:36:25 (UTC)

Just Call Me Tingle-Crotch!

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Acceptance means that you can find the serenity within and
let go of the past with its mistakes and regrets, move
into the future with a new perspective, and appreciate the
opportunity to take a second chance.

Acceptance means that when difficult times come into your
life, you'll find security again and comfort to relieve
any pain. You'll find new dreams, fresh hopes, and
forgiveness of the heart.

Acceptance does not mean that you will always be perfect.
It simply means that you'll always overcome imperfection.

Acceptance is the road to peach-letting go of the worst,
holding on to the best, and finding the hope inside that
continues throughout life.

Acceptance is the heart's best defense, love's greatest
asset, and the easiest way to keep believing in yourself
and others.

Regina Hill

As always on Thursday, this morning was my therapy
appointment. Today's topic was religion. Something I was a
little irked about discussing during MY therapy session.
I've given up on religion all together. I'm not a faithful
person (unless it's in myself and my own abilities), I
don't believe in God and I have no intention of trying to
anymore. I tried in the past, it got me nowhere, so I
stopped. This week, my "homework" is to reach out to God.
Give him an ultimatum. Show yourself to me, so that I may
know you...yeah right. Probably not going to happen. I
like Dr. Martin, but unless there's a pill that will MAKE
me believe in God, it isn't happening. Hell can't be any
worse than life has been so far, but since I'm a non-
believer, I'm not obligated to believe in hell, either.
What a relief.

After therapy, I stopped by the Navy Exchange and got
Snookums the things he asked for (seabag and neckerchief).
I also picked him up a couple of TSA certified locks, so
he can lock his seabags without some TSA worker cutting
off the lock and leaving it vulnerable (no offense, Dad)!
I also picked myself up my own personal lock for my locker
at work. I'm tired of new girls putting their crap in my
locker. My $350 purse has no business sitting on the
ground.

Speaking of which, work was great. The Semi-Annual sale is
in full swing now and the hours fly by like crazy. I'm
irritated by all the new girls Tamara hired. Every time I
turn around, there's another chick I've never seen before.
I don't bother talking to them (because they know nothing)
and I don't learn names (because they rarely last longer
than a week). I don't know what happens to them. Do they
find the job difficult? Is the atmosphere too cheerful for
them? I don't get it, but then again I don't have to. I'm
tenured. I watch girls come and go and it doesn't affect
me in the least bit. I just wish they didn't ask stupid
questions over the head set where I can hear them. "Does
the Very Sexy push-up come in 36C?" No, genius. That only
happens to be the most common size in America. They
decided it was best to just skip over it and go straight
to 36D. Give me a break. I'm bitching now. I'll stop. On a
happier note, they raised my limit on my Angels card!
Happy, happy, joy, joy!

One of the girls at work (I actually like) was surprised
to see me at work so soon. She knew about the cyst and
knew I was having it taken care of yesterday. She
complimented me on being so resilient and coming back to
work, in heels no less! I just said, "I've got meds
helping me out" (the Xylocaine jelly). "Just call me
tingle-crotch!" She thought that was hilarious! Gen and I
thought of that yesterday as I was getting dressed after
the procedure. I didn't have a chance to use it until
today.

Annie is officially out of school now. Which is great. It
means I can sleep in every morning (unless I work an
opening shift or have therapy). No more snide remarks from
Annie's bitch of a 2nd grade teacher when she's 30 seconds
late. I hope next year she gets a teacher that doesn't
have a stick up her ass.

Wow, despite my good day, I'm just full of negativity. I
think it's time for bed. Time for me to slip into my drug-
induced slumber. How peaceful. Ciao.




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