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[wickedflea]

Yesterday at CVS I noticed a box of Phillies Strawberry Cigarillos. I had no idea.

There's snow all over the fuggin' place. I mean, on top of the snow that was already all over the fuggin' place. Snow is weird. I was looking at it this morning and thinking, what IS it?!? How does it form?!? And why is there so stinkin' MUCH of it?!? I didn't come up with any answers. Typical.

Last night I was trying to find an mp3 of "She Done Tore Out My Heart and Stomped That Sucker Flat." Didn't find one. I'm beginning to doubt that such a song was ever recorded.

How cool would it be if you could make all of your internal systems accept what you know intellectually? Here's what I mean: I can sit here all day and tell someone else that it's really pointless to seek validation from the affection of others--that self-esteem comes from within, blah, blah, blah. I've heard that a lot, and I've seen enough to believe it. But to accept that knowledge emotionally and put it into practice? Forget it.

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[carocrow.livejournal.com]

Flea, that's called grief. I have had some bad spells of it after breakups, so don't stress yourself thinking you shouldn't have it. You'll go through it whether or no. Let yourself have a good vent, and then keep busy and distracted.

One good thing is, hearts can be like bones, and get stronger after they're broken. But you have to give it time and keep exercising it so it doesn't get brittle.

Other folks love you, even if we ain't rooting around in your trousers like a troop of monkeys.

damn trouser monkeys

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Many thanks, Nurse Ro. =) A good venting, that's what I need. I think tomorrow I'll accost random people at the bus stop and tell them my tale of woe. ;)

Re: damn trouser monkeys

[carocrow.livejournal.com]

Here, this ought to cheer you up:
http://www.dioforamerica.com

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

Yesterday at CVS I noticed a box of Phillies Strawberry Cigarillos. I had no idea.

Dude, I think it's along the lines of your flavored *shudder* malt beverages. Same thing.

So sorry about the glooms. Yeah, yeah...

*hugs flea*

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

Is that Harold and the Purple Crayon? :D

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

You have drawn the correct conclusion.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Thanks--I'll make it, I think. *hug*

[dangerpest.livejournal.com]

Alkaline trio have several songs that I found consoling during trying times.
Hemingway. Like I said before. I can't read him unless I've had my heart removed.

-p

[zoe.livejournal.com]

So this is completely unrealated and pointless but... there is a new line of finnish body products that CVS is now carrying. I am jealous you have a CVS as I don't have one here in Coloradie.

See? I am completely pointless. And I read your other things just so you know and I heart you if that is any consolation?!

you'll NEVAH be as pointless as me!

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Gimme a shopping list and I could probably send you a little care package. I'm in there all the time, wouldn't be no problem a'tall. Strawberry Cigarillos optional. =)

And thanks, sweetie. I heart you too.

I am on a roll...

[zoe.livejournal.com]

This again is the most stupid thought ever, but when I was in high school and all punk rawk and stuff, I used to insist on the vanilla cigarillos. The boys would all be smoking swisher sweets and I wanted to be bad ass too.

See now that is so very nice of you to offer to do a lotion run for me, but really... I could never expect someone to actually do that.

Besides I have so much of that junk in the linen closet, but maybe when I run low I will take you up on it!

In the meantime...cigarillos for everyone!

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

I don't completely believe that self-esteem comes within crap, either. It's nice to have someone that supports you and believes in you, etc. Too bad I can't cast some magic Flea spell to find someone who appreciates how much you rock.

[wickedflea.livejournal.com]

Thanks, my friend. One day I'll find someone who does appreciate me, and if it ever turns out that she doesn't, well, I'll just club her over the head with a giant meat hook and all will be well.

Wait, that probably wouldn't be good. I don't know where that came from at all. ;)