Waking up completely flustered is never a good thing. As I type, I feel so worked up. I can't believe that I've allowed myself to become overwhelmed to this degree. As much I am chalking this up to my irresponsible nature, I know that it's not as bad as it seems. Maybe I am PMSing?
The list of grievances is probably a mile long. The situations range from the painting of the living quarters to my sleeping & eating schedule to the dumbfucks at the gym's pool to my finances - which there are none. All of this issues are fixable. I just need to calm myself down.
*meditation*
I used to meditate quite a bit in my early twenties anytime something got the best of me. As I got older I've become less tolerable - to the point where I let any little shit problem sneak it's way under my skin. Maybe I will bring back the meditation more frequently to see how it affects my vibe. I was relying on the gym to cleanse all of the negativities from my head, but lately those ass wipes at the pool, as I mentioned before, have contributed to the antagonization of my well being.
*meditation*
I think it's working. Now if I could only remember that Tina Turner chant from "What's Love Got To Do With It". Doe-rae-mae-een-gee-oh. Much better.
Now if that chant can help me get a job, or better yet, a quick 300 dollars so I can snapped up some CDs from the perfectbeat.com VIP sale, I would be the happiest father fucker this side of Hancock Park.
*crossing fingers*
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