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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leftover Crumbs of Past Days I need to meditate more. It's too often that I have times where I can't hold my tongue down anymore. The more older I get the less patience I have. Will I ever be naive and happy-go-lucky again? The other day in Queens I was on the 7 train during rush hour. This train was a foul smelling sardine can. This lady push me out of the way so she could get into the train first. That really made me mad. From behind her I pushed her back really hard, so hard in fact I knocked over two people in front of her. I expected her to give me a look. But she didn't noticed. She acted like it was the wind that knocked her over. From the opposite end of the car I heard someone shouted the words I wanted to say. "You pushed me first!" F**king rude people, man. My internet signal is a bit shy so I'm writing DiaryLand in sporadic outbursts. All this saved writing here could be days old. Leftovers from a much bigger cake. Husband already made up his mind to become a yellow taxi cab driver. They make approximately $300-400 a day. Though aggressive, taxi drivers are quite lazy bastards so they work part time still maintaining a plump piggy bank. I know some blue-collared men who have fatter paychecks than their white-collared counterparts. Wearing a white shirt and tie doesn't necessarily make you middle-class if you're talking money. Do you believe in voodoo? or witchcraft? I do. Well.... I have a confession to make. I wanted my uncle to leave me in peace. So I wrote his name on a piece of paper and flushed him down the toilet. Immediately I saw him no longer anymore. A few days later I learned that his father in-law passed away from a heart attack. Therefore because of family tradition, uncle was not seen often. Long ago I suppose, close family of the recently deceased were not allowed to visit other relatives, in fear that the disease will pass along to others. I feel so extremely guilty. Saturday afternoon was spent taking a stroll down Central Park in the 86ºF above average temperature. Keyword : above average. Thousands of people flocked down there soaking up the sun and greenery. I couldn't see much of nature except for the half naked bodies which covered half the view of the park. Afterwards I fell sick with a heat induced migraine. Dysautonomia is a bitch. My husband is a true darling. He never lets me wash dishes or cook. He carries me up three flights of stairs to our apartment. He wants me to need him as much as he needs me. He's the kind of man who's very useful to have around the house. Mend things for you when you want them to be mended. Break things for you when you want them to be broken. That twinkle in his blue eyes reminds me how great our days are going to be. 2:11 a.m. - 2009-04-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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