change

I feel good

I will feel even better when my little exercise regime is completed. My reward will be a visit to a masseur,... or a chyropractor, depending… :D

Gee, life’s been mighty fine since exercise has been back in it. All you concentrate on is getting better, instead of wallowing in self-pity. NICE

Also mighty fine is this picture of Rachelle Cannon. I think that’s her name.

I lurve muscles. :)

Everytime I lose sight of what keeps me strong and independent I hit a point where it comes down to a decision.

Discipline is one of those things you can learn and often is the soution to most of my misery. My life isn’t miserable by far, still I KNOW when I am selling myself short.

To me discipline always hits one brick wall. The “for what?” barricade.

Once I get going, start living healthy, better, stronger, I experience true happiness. But it seems before you work for it … and hard.. you never know any better. Weird.

I love to dance. It was so good.
I must have danced for an hour, all by myself at home, in the dark… “RZA – La Rhumba”... Love it.

After my little insane wigglin around by candle light I sat down by the computer and procrastinated for a bit,... I have never heard this song before, but Johnny Cash sure made me laugh. I have never heard the expression “damn your eyes” before. Now I want to dance again…

Sam Hall

Well my name it is Sam Hall it is Sam Hall
Yes my name it is Sam Hall it is Sam Hall
My name it is Sam Hall and I hate you one and all
And I hate you one and all damn your eyes
I killed a man they said so they said killed a man they said so they said
Killed the man they said and I smashed in his head
And I left him a layin’ dead damn his eyes
A swingin’ I must go I must go a swingin’ I must go I must go
Swingin’ I must go while you critters down below
Yell up Sam I told you so well damn your eyes
I saw Molly in the crowd in the crowd I saw Molly in the crowd in the crowd
I saw Molly in the crowd and I hollered right out loud
Hey there Molly ain’t you proud damn your eyes
Then the sheriff he come too he come too yeah the sheriff he come too he come too
Oh the sheriff he come too And he said Sam, how are you
And I said well sheriff how are you damn your eyes
My name is Samuel Samuel Samuel my name is Samuel Samuel
My name is Samuel and I’ll see you all in the hell
And I’ll see you all in hell
Damn your eyes

There we go, Christine’s new project :)

glows

I am so excited. Also, I have found my old password, so I finally can post again. 4 weeks without 43things were terrible. I even opened up an alternate account… Couldn’t deal with the cold turkey :)

for some reason I could not enter my account for ages.
But it’s been a week and seems ok.
SIGH

So stressful.
lol

turned out I was just down on myself because of one little thing. After addressing the actual reason which got me down I am feeling 120% better.

I made a deal with myself to not let it come this far again. Being overtired makes me also over emtotional. One of my least favourite traits. I will conciously make it a mission to look after my physical self a lot more than I have been lately.

Orange Juice and Berry Smoothies here I come.

my first little sign of depression tonight, after blissfully relaxing for 3 months.

Tonight hit hard.
One day I plan for the next 5 years of my life, the next I just wanna die. I am so scared of falling back into that fucking lonely place.

Fantastic.
Spoilt brat syndrome.

I feel like I am having an easy ride in life because of the way I look.

I hate when women are sexified. Gives me the creeps.

YES it is fun to feel wanted and beautiful, but NO, that is not my ultimate goal in life and certainly not up there with my top 10 achievements list either. I feel plentily loved by my partner and that is all I need.

Hates all men for the next 5min.

I have one of those Kurt Cobain days.

Fantastic.