On Personal Relationships

Someone I admired told me: I would say, get over it. It's a horrible way to spend your time, being brokenhearted. And if you do it too long, something even worse is bound to happen and then you'll feel like it's too much to handle. I guess just keep in mind that the world is an awesome and amazing place. If you don't like what's happening, change it. Go somewhere. I always feel better when I'm moving. I also always feel better when I go outside, get out in the nature of the world.

Seriously, I have the transcript.

Another wise man told me: Personal relationships in this world are purely instrumental in meeting the need of the moment. They are fleeting and kaleidoscopic, though correspondingly intense. After all, no obligations or pressures- financial, legal, social or ethical- keep people together. The only cement for personal relationships is the need and desire of the moment, and nothing is stronger but more fickle than need and desire unshackled by obligation.

And I told myself: Maggie, self-absorption is sooooo boring.

I just like boys. And dogs. But I get too attached to them. I'm very lucky that some people I hold in esteem will talk to me on the phone for hours.

Are you there God? It's me, Margaret

Seriously.
Why did you have to make that vomit splash in my face?
I'm done with cheap vodka.
Why did that man with the creepy hat hit on me at Goodwill? I seriously said, "dude, I was looking at your hat."
To quote a wise woman, "get your hands the fuck off my heart!"
They say for thinkers life is a comedy, for feelers life is a tragedy.
I have to say... this shit is downright funny.

I went to see this movie, mostly because I love Loretta Devine. Case in point.

Untitled?

I am reading In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust and The History of Sexuality by Michel Foucault at the same time!! I:

a). am extremely intellectual
b). am extremely pretentious
c). have no idea what's going on in either book

In an attempt to become more well rounded I have been reading the news every morning. Of seven news stories that I read today, two were about Harry Potter; one was titled "Beck Slammed for 'Horrific' Holocaust Remarks", I opened it because I thought it was singer-songwriter Beck, of course it was Glenn Beck; one was about an evangelical preacher and I didn't finish it; One was titled, "Why Are You Here?: A New Theory May Hold the Missing Piece," it did not tell me why I am here, as was hoped.

In other news, yesterday as I was updating my resume, I realized that I've been lying about my supposed proficiency in Excel for three or four years now. I've never even used it!

I would like to stop reading Foucault, so if anyone has some non-fiction they want to pass my way, it would be appreciated. Or, send me a piece of mail so I can get a library card.

Cryptic Notes I Left Myself on my Phone

1. The beauty of the retardation
2. 69 left on Center Ct. across from the theatre (where was I?)
3. On a road trip to adopt a dog found on the internet
4. Vanessa Davis (who is this?)
5. Finders keepers: a tale of archaeological plunder and obsession (I think this is a book)
6. Market and union st. One or two blocks from duke of gloucster st. Go left by the flags from duke of g st. back go opp direction (I clearly am very bad with both descriptions and directions)
7. tofu coffee creamer soy milk flax seeds tea
8. 578657
9. Bitches gotta eat

Did I Just Quote Paulo Coehlo?

I've been avoiding people that I have to explain the past five months of my life to. I just don't feel like telling the same story again.

I miss some people so badly I can hardly stand looking at pictures of them, for instance:



I've come to accept that if there is peanut butter near me, I will eat too much of it.



I asked someone for advice yesterday and he told me that when the same thing happened to him he laid on the floor for 24 hours straight.

when will I stop being such a creep?



I'm not very brave, despite what pictures might suggest

but I can't keep my hands off busts of Augustus! No matter what the signs say.