I sit here in my favorite red chair drinking my blueberry coffee from my favorite cup staring out the open window as the cool breeze hit my face, my thoughts speaking to me what seem to be in foreign languages. Trying to control and pin down my thinking is a process that is hard especially when my thoughts are all over the place. Sometimes I fear I’m losing grip on reality my mind is playing the ultimate role head-lining act of some cornball carnival,the main attraction of some freakish side-show.
“Ladies and Gents step right up to this here attraction watch how this manic-depressive handles a meltdown.“
“I’m going to Grandma and to Grandpa’s too. I’m going to Grandma wondering what to do. I’m going to Grandma please meet me there and I shall be all so happy apond thanksgiving day. We shall have coffee so shall we. We shall have pumpkin and tea, we shall everything all so nice when we get to Grandma’s house.”
A song sang through generations of Carroll’s family in honor of the women who shaped our lives. This short story is inspired by the love of the one woman who is the glue of our family. Through her guidence, faith and dispiline she taught us respect and love. What way to honor my Grandma on Valentine’s day then sharing a memory of love.
This week hasn’t been such a hellish week as in the past, although the week has just begin, I made some decisions when it comes to my mental well-being. I decided to really work on keeping my Chum and his party friends sequestered. I also decided not to allow anyone to hijack or take hostage my emotions. Monday I was tested. The She-Devil was at it again only this time no one seem to cared enough to indulge in her madness. Again I shouldn’t feel anything towards this person but how can I talk about changing and staying positive if I can’t forgive the She-Devil. When forgiveness isn’t enough what’s next?
Feeling a little tested today. I must say at the start of a long week our community took a huge blow. A well-known and liked celebrity Kristoff St. John passed by suicide. He and his son who also committed suicide suffered from mental illness. It’s always sad to see someone lose a battle whether from a disease like cancer or in this case mental illness it’s just really a defeat. I truly feel terribly sad for his family and those left behind. This blog isn’t about that this blog is about dealing with people with a nasty heart. I am in a situation at work where I deal with people who has a nasty heart. The leader and her minions “The She-Devil” and her “hell hounds” love to push boundaries, pour gasoline on the fire and wanting so badly to pull the trigger. She embodies misery but not only that the best way to give description is she’s the devil. There’s too much pain and aggravation in this world to deal with people of this nature. It’s like your standing on solid ground then the ground crumbles disappearing before your feet. Your looking down into this sink-hole staring at these devilish red eyes. Then hearing that sadistic laugh as she sick her hounds. Seeing those rotten rabbit-dog eyes, preparing for the worst you wondering how did you get here. This is a crash course lesson on how people can so petty.
Today is Wed a hump day which is generally my favorite day of the week simply because I can say “Hump Day” and no one will get offended. Today been a busy day at my paying job. Looking around the office I noticing the colors a bright yellow, pink & green which is all good colors good sign and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hello everyone, I don’t know where to start in regards to this blog post. This issue has been a thorn in my side for a long time all my adult life. I am a social butterfly but this has been a topic of conversation too many time. Let me start with this, I really don’t like it when my “friend” introduce me as “oh meet my black white friend”. REALLY, that’s how you’re gonna roll? Reading through the comments on my social media (sunnylarue on facebook), I notice a few people don’t get why this is such an issue for me and why I get so offended. I thought this would be a good blog to chat about.
Hello my name is Misery have we met? Yes we have in fact we were introduced by a mutual friend hatred. Oh that’s swell but as I remember you barely know me so let me give you a history about myself. As I stated I am Misery, I am like cancer that grows and
Good AM all my fellow social media family, today blog is inspired by my favorite coffee house Starbucks. I’ve been a active member of the fame coffee house since 2005, and finally decided to get the golden rewards card in 2009, I’m well in tune with the “Starbucks Experience”, I even took a trip to Seattle 2005 and visit the first Starbucks, I was in coffee heaven. Starbucks is a place where dreams come true. I’ve sat many time blogging and writing scripts, stories so inspired by my surroundings.
A dear friend once told me to write no matter what I do just write. Take five mins to write down any thought & do this everyday then before you know it that one sentence will be a paragraph then that paragraph will be a blog then reflect on that idea or thoughts and the process.
Thank you Paulie for the sound advice, you are a truly great friend & a champion I am honored to have in my corner.
I say this because as of late I have been uninspired to do something I love to do. Writing is my passion, I love to see the thought process behind the madness. Taking one single idea turning it over to my imagination creating this world on a blank canvas that didn’t exist before. I use to write clever, engaging blogs about reality TV stars the episodes they appear in and interviews or appearances.