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So I am sick. The good news is that the medicine has worked really well. The other good news is that I have two days off work. The bad news is that it was an unexpected expense. And Danielle is coming into town this weekend. Oh my god I cannot wait. Commence the shopping! I cannot tell you how long I have waited for a weekend like this. We always have the most kick-ass time. I am hoping that her visit will give me the boost I need to face reality and the holidays and getting a second job and working on my resume.

No don't be fooled
Don't get lied to
Love was always cruel

I need some focus. I think if there was something that I really love that I could turn into a profession that is my only chance, because I hate working. Or at least something I could get into. As of right now I am not sure which path to tread as far as any training and/or education I would need to seek. If anyone has any cool ideas, please remit. Some doors are closed to me because I have a felony record (Gasp!) and that's why I need help thinking of something, and since ya'll basically read my diary, I thought I'd ask ya'll. It's about time ya'll started giving back...

Is anybody else watching The Colbert Report?? It's way better than The Daily Show. And that's saying quite a bit. Also, tonight I fell in love with this "mentalist" I saw on A&E they call Criss Angel. He's like a spiritualist-magician, and he is totally hot.

http://www.aetv.com/crissangel/

Tonight is the first freeze. It got cold like, yesterday and just didn't stop. One time someone told me it didn't get cold in Texas. Tell that to my hands. I left my gloves in Lufkin and really regret it. So winter is finally here. They already have some of the holiday shit up downtown. I was coming out of the pharmacy and I noticed a rose petal on the ground. It was bright pink and velvety. Someone had stepped on it. The edges were frayed. I thought it was beautiful. I held it in my hand on the way to the bank. When I walked back by the pharmacy I found another petal; then still another. I looked at them all radiant and scarred and loved them so much I put them in my pocket and carried them with me to the bus stop. I stroked them and felt their exquisite texture and imagined where they'd come from and who they were meant for. The wind picked up and I opened my hand and watched them blow out onto the sidewalk. And I smiled as I got into the bus. Sharing makes me happy.

The end of paralysis
I was a statuette
Now I'm drunk as hell
On a piano bench
And when I press the keys
It all gets reversed
The sound of lonliness
Makes me happier