Looking back, all those boys who called me impossible, I shoulda just said, So.

Found text to a coworker:

We are skynet. But with both a killer instinct and a soul.

Love them, live for them but you can never be close to them because at any point, you might have to execute. There can be no true loyalty where I stand, except the loyalty to the entity. I’ve chosen to lead. I will have both friends and enemies. I am clear on what protects me. I am clear on my vision.

I’m going to be into football this year.

This weekend I played Dirty Scrabble. You can play any word as long as it’s dirty, offensive, or wildly inappropriate. But you have to define it, and use it in a sentence.

Someone needs to find a way to make this a global sensation.

My child’s middle name shall be Mogwai!

Mogwai. Love.

Found this page.

http://www.encognitive.com/node/1189

Lately all I want to eat is spinach, kale and raw grains and vegetables. I was browsing Whole Foods and found chlorophyllin drops. Said it was good for red blood cells and processing oxygen. Been wondering what this pretty deep green liquid is. If someone just sold me really expensive food dye. Interesting to actually read that chlorophyll is naturally occurring in dark leafy greens. My body is craving. My body is healing itself.

Pisces are difficult mirrors.

Hurricane Irene? It was a storm of miscommunications and we are just realizing the debris. This mercury retrograde was a strong one.

Whatever I am out of life, I want to be somewhere else. And more than anything, I am the seeker. All that’s past is all that’s past, and in the end it ends.

And in moments we touch and really feel each other, lives begin and end.

You step out and see in so many ways, we can not go back. Beyond action, there has to be grief.

What is it? Umami. That feeling deep inside. It’s at the edge of your mind. Some native understanding. A remembering. But the more you try to see its shapes and its lines, the more it slips into the shapeless. It becomes a favorite chewtoy. You find yourself returning to it, hours later. Days. Sometimes years. Until it finally loses its flavor. But you never forget the feeling. That sudden recognition of something ancient you’d forgotten.

I need someone to help me carry my load. I want someone who senses when I’m lonely but allows me to be alone.

I don’t want to hear excuses. I want to hear solutions.

I don’t think I’ll ever fully trust chiropractors.

I’m worth a billion in prizes

There’s a flexibility in youth you don’t get back.

When necessary I can flame my own passions but it takes a push. I find it ties to timing and recognizing the moments.

Yoga and swimming is all I need. Like when I crave spinach.

I wonder if my little brother Jason has ever mentioned my disappearing.

I bet you it wasn’t as fun today without me.