Today I feel like going home and eating ice cream.
And watching Fight Club.
You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive.
And dancing to Calibretto 13.
I don't like the lies you’re trying to make me believe. You call me a loser, lower my self esteem. Well I'm a child of God and I know he loves me. I won’t buy your lies and I won’t be deceived. I know that I am a child of the great I Am and I don't care what you might do, to hell with you…
But I will finish my day, and I will go home and eat a healthy meal with my family and watch the new episode of Lost, and then I will read a chapter or two toward my Master's paper, and I will talk with God and get a good night's sleep. And tomorrow I will try, try again.
(Andrea ~ if you read this, be encouraged ~ i feel your pain ~ and you are not your khakis...)
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see... this is why I depend on you to be a creative muse! btw ~ I was listening to your CD in the car this morning, and the screen door song (as you can see, I clearly have the song names memorized...) was very encouraging. Thanks for that!
COMMUNE ... Count me in! And all the little children we adopt will play with wodden toys and we can grow our own vegetables ... :o)
ha...ha... yeah, Rachel, I must warn you that Angelika and I have been planning the whole commune thing for awhile now... don't get our hopes up...
It would be an adjustment seeing that I strive to create lots of little communities instead of striving for that one big one. I would be tempted though...
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