THINGS WITHOUT REMEDY SHOULD BE WITHOUT REGARD

Say that twice, Rinse and Repeat.

My life continues on its downward spiral. Its really quite extraordinary. From a purely objective standpoint, its like witnessing the awesome destructive power of a category 5 hurricane - from the safety of your front step in Anchorage, Alaska. Its amazing and beautiful and you can't look away, but all the same its like "i'm glad i'm not there!" Don't think i don't I see yall in anchorage, hatin.

Go 'head, snuggle while i struggle. Its ok. I got daft punk playing in the background!

Oh-em-gee speaking of storms, why does Philly have a tornado watch right now? Mhmm thats what i said; a tornado watch. I seent it on the weather channel. So you know i'm kind of sort of buggin(and secretly wishing it would happen) because im deathly afraid but irresistibly attracted to twisters. Oh yeah, me and the tornado obsession go way back. We're like old friends. Fred and Rollo style. In philly We get about three watches a year , and every time there is one i get all excited and scared at the prospect of seeing one face to face. Right now i'm all kinds of glued to the house, basement door cracked open, just in case i have to make a mad dash to the bowels of my crib to escape the funnel cloud.

Oh yeah, and while we're still on the subject of storms, lets talk about how i am blogging with a halo of hair around my face cuz i got caught in a storm earlier. You know how little girls get their hairs did, but theyre still little, so five minutes after its done, the front and sides kind of billow out? Yeah, thats what i'm working with now. I got my 5 year old swagger back. Twenty five years too late. I don't know why i share this, except that when i blog while i look like trash i feel like yall can sense the fug coming through my words. So i start explaining and protesting too much. Its silly really cuz yall can't see me. Right? Please tell me i'm right.

Actually i'm still cute in the face, and my outfit isnt bad, just my hair needs help. I called myself taking a leisurely walk to the store this morning - doing my part "going green" - and on the way home i got caught in the downpour. I had an umbrella(yay!) that wasn't working properly(nooo!), so the rain misted in and under and now i look like byzantine portrait. Hagiaaaa Sophiiaaaa! (to the tune of hollywood swinging)

Where were we? Oh yes the downward spiral. Now I don't want you to think there's anything drastically wrong. I mean I have my health, my fam has their health, and basically everything else that can *really* be wrong is not. Did that sentence make sense?

Point is, im ok. Its just that lately the subplots of my life have gotten increasingly tedious and gross. One minute its a steamy romance novel, the next a dull - but enlightening - college textbook, and the the flip gets script and im caught in a tony hillerman tale of intrigue, deception and moral corruption. That is what he writes about...right?

Anyway, so the "things without remedy..." has been my mantra for the past week, courtesy of my granddad and shakespeare. Shakespeare penned it, granddad reminded me that shakespeare penned it. 2008 started well enough, and then life happened and now i'm all over the place. Right after i get up from one blow, i get sucker punched again. So i sotto voce the heck out of lady macbeth. It calms me. It may seem silly but the aphorism is doing a good job of keeping me centered.

See, i have this tendency of agonizing over things that i have no power over. On some "wasted water is all it is." and really whats the point in crying or getting angry over a fixed outcome? "...it don't make no flowers grow." It'd be so much better i would expend my energies in productive pursuits.

I'm not a good angry at the world person anyway. I'm a hater, but in the sardonic-but-good-natured vein. You won't find me in a dark room, brooding as i listen to weezer. Nuh-uh. Not me. I'm more kerouac than kafka. With less drugs. No drugs actually. Unless you count the Aleve bender i went on July of 07. What? Don't judge me! I had cramps! Actually im not much like either author, but i was told a blog isn't good until you drop a few names to prove how well read you are, thereby reaffirming your readers that you are worthy of being read. Did it work?

Aesop. Dahl. Goethe.

What about now?

Grafton. Palahniuk(you sickos). Updike. Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings! Was the yearling not THEE most boring book ever? I really don't know why that was required reading. It certainly was not holding my 8th grade attention. Especially since V.C. Andrews(or, her estate) was coming out with a new book a year. Now that was literature.

...remind me to ban V.C. Andrews from my future daughter's personal library.

Things without remedy should be without regard. This is what i'm working on. Positivity. Making it do what it do. Ray Charles was BLIND for goodness sake. Did he spend his life bemoaning the fact he couldn't see? Nope. He just rocked and shocked. Word to your mother. There are so many positive things that are in my life that it would be stupid to get caught up in the negative. That only serves to bring me down. And at 5'3 I can't stand to be brought down another inch.