( Ramblings because I really need to get this off my chest... )

The Truth cannot be known.

Words and perceptions cannot be trusted.

We're not God.

Just mortal and grossly imperfect. I concede.

Transparent. Just give me a shovel and leave me alone. I'll bury myself. Thankyouverymuch.

I've been browsing through my LJ posts from the past couple of months and I've noticed a few changes ( Read more... )

Amazing what a good night's rest and an afternoon nap does to the soul. I feel revived, rejuvenated, refreshed, and any other re--- words that you can come up with that means along the same thing.

I hope everyone is having a fantastic thanksgiving break!

Much love,
H

( Rant )

( Ramblings of a mad woman. )

Oooh...argh. Writing this stinkin' essay is worse than childbirth. I feel like I've been in labor for well over 36 hours now. I'm now fantasizing that Huck Finn just drowned in the Mississippi.

( Got sorted.... )

Compounding to my issue of klutzy-ness...I was careless and walked straight into a concrete post. I got my knuckles scraped pretty badly. -_-

It's one of those weeks, ain't it?