make-believe that i've titled this and put in the proper capitalization

Let's pretend there's a rant here that's a couple paragraphs long. It's angry and frustrated and there are a lot of capital letters. It talks about everything that needs to be gotten off of my chest and everything that's making me stare appathetically at this screen right now.
Let's pretend that I have now completed writing this very long very soothing blog and I can now sleep soundly and tomorrow will be okay. Afterall... things can't get much worse, can they? Oh wait, that's what I thought yesterday... then today happened.
Nevermind.
Let's just cross our fingers and hope and skip the tiring technicalities. I can barely stay conscious as it is...
Here's a pretend thanks for sitting through this long and complicated rant. I'm pretending to feel better having pretended to get all that crap off of my chest.
Here's to tonight being almost over and tomorrow only being 24 hours long.
cheers

Here's another one for ya, hun

mmm... insomnia. <333

you got a fast car... and I got a plan to get us out of here

A paper box with scribbled words stares at me from it's pedistal like the dishes from the counter, expectantly. "Words... more words" it nags. Yes, yes. I will.California is calling with a vengance. You can't just leave her- not after a lifetime. She stays. She embeds herself in your blood and you feel at every moment just how far you are from her. And I do long for her.Ratiug calls to me as well, and I don't answer. Delilah and Bella stare at me when I enter the room and as I walk by them to the bed. They stare at me in the early mornings when I walk by them again to leave for work. Then they go about their daily lives I'm sure. I'm neither in their minds nor hearts once I pass from view. I neglect them like the dishes which still glare as I type; like the laundry which I climb over with more and more effort as it piles ever higher.Everywhere I look there is more that I abuse and neglect. I say I care- but I waste and ignore and gorge myself on all that I know is wrong. I prefer to sit over standing. I prefer to driver over walking. Stairs are daunting when the time comes to go to bed and the couch looks more and more inviting. Motivation, I say! Motivation is lacking- and I am suffocating.
So what? I lie and complain and type out my angst? No. no. I won't reduce myself further. I'll stand and scrub and sort and scat and sing my heart out in the car on my way to work. I'll wash and work and will not reast until my mind is completely cleaned out- all the cobwebs irraticated... or at least relocated. It's odd and disheartening when inspiration turns to depression. When awe becomes angst. It never fails. The strongest emotions and urges shift poles and swing me 'round in spirals 'till I'm seasick and want to stop this world and rest for a while. But a slip of a green apron card into the pocket of my green apron has picked me up in a way the sender cannot comprehend- and so I have an up to work on. So I will not rest... but first I'll get some sleep.
There's a big day coming. I am terrified.

Playing...

So I was fooling around on my computer and I discovered that I have an awesome photo editing program... so I fooled around with that.

I probably shouldn't be up at all considering the opening shift tomorrow and the S palace... *I just made that up...*

But I figure it's for a good cause... LOVE! (for a friend)

Hope you like it hun!