varookamcsalt

good morning all. HAPPY MONDAY!

I'm going to be super productive this week, and not get derailed by all the office drama.


Things I learned Last Week.

1.) Laugh it off and take a deep breath. 1a.) Smile when you want to punch some one. 1b.) Life is what you make it. 1c.) Don't make it about stress and anger and hate.

2.) He will not notice/care about the stain on your shirt.

3.) ALWAYS HAVE A BACK UP PLAN.

4.) Call your best friend to vent/help.

5.) If all else fails, daydream.


picture not really related.

1. itunes on shuffle
2. Put the name of the song as your answer, no matter how embarrassing it is.
( cut don't fail me now )

they really mess with my head. I feel like I am on hard core smack, or something.
anyhow I was thinkn'..
I wrote some fanfic once. it had Joel Mchale and the Joker. Those two guys were on a deranged game show. I have lost it or deleted, I could find it if I tried. I enjoyed the making of it, but realized I'm not a writer.
I would like to write but I feel all my ideas are silly .It seems like vanity writing.. I am looking for some new escapism, and fanfic seems like a fair idea. Can an old dog learn new tricks?
I guess I will never know until I try.

climbing trees is fun ...

going on vacation , YEAH!

It's nothing fancy, but I like it. I love my hearts. I wear these a lot, and get lots of complements.
This post is inspired by (spatzzy) and her outstanding collection. view it here. http://spatzzy.livejournal.com/101180.html





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varookaMcSalt is intense.

You're no-nonsense, to the point, working all the time, looking to die an early death in a bathroom somewhere when your body finally gives out. Way to go.

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yeah! from the sofa!

It's coming. Red balloons, cheesy red roses, crappy candies in cardboard. Ok, it's been about for a month, but THE DAY is fast approaching. It's so contrived, and nauseating. And I love romance. A key ingredient to romance is spontaneity. Not a day on a calendar. eat shit hallmark. I can drink Champaign and eat chocolate covered strawberries any night of the month with my fella. I don't need a heart shaped box. keep the mylor balloons and I like live plants ..no more shit for the landfills..k thanks..

The U.S. is run by (germs) men who claims to follow the teachings of Jesus. So, I wonder, who would Jesus bomb?

Now, I dislike anyone (germs) who wishes to impose their whacked out (illness) ideals on me ..I'm not in a murderous rage over it (much) ...You'll never see your humble narrator buy a gun (maybe Lysol) then plot to stir up shit, because I think some group of people are (contaminated) wrong. (And need to be saved from themselves)

Perhaps it is my fundamental lack of testosterone. It could be my fear of death (germs) that keeps me from going on a killing spree. Who is to say. You will see me go to the polls and vote, to make my voice heard (in a full decontamination suit.).
If you know me, in the real world, you have hear me( ramble on about unseen micro-organisims ) snark at a few choice no talent ass-clowns. I'll be sure to snark them here as well. It's a (germ) free country.
I was raised by forward thinkers with open minds who (hated germs) felt that the world is big enough for all (but no germs). Also, I was told to love animals, as they taste great.
I adore the U. S. A., and would never wish to live anywhere but in this vast and breath taking country.* bald eagle flys over tree tops, as national anthem plays in back round. *Que old glory, flapping in the wind. *

RUN!!!! It's the Beast, and he's with that , whore, you know the one from Babylon. Together they will get this party started.
Yes, it's rapture time again. . Soon, the chosen ones will be lifted up in to heaven , leaving their cars empty, just sitting there, clogging traffic and wasting fuel. Like a Monday.
The Four Horse Men will bring with them death, war, pestilence and famine .(How is this different then yesterday?)*or a Monday?*
Satan is said to rise from the depths of hell in a dark flame, bringing with him flesh eating zombies.
Zombies hate your guts, but love your brains. Rivers will run with blood, fires will rage and bla bla bla. Republicans will nock on your door and tell you solar power is for pussies. People will be mean. (unlike Monday?)

Faces that have the golden ratio are beautiful. It works across the ages and races. There is the measurement between the eyes, nose and mouth. A number that the distance of beauty is , can be defined by. A geometric mask with the secret of pi. Sunflowers, pine cones and sea shells have it. Most things of beauty. I don't know why I'm pondering this. I guess we are programed by our dna to seek out and look at things of beauty.

I just read a fanic. I've read stuff before, but never like this...

I don't know what to say...It will take some time for my brain to wrap around the endless possibilities. Why had I never thought of this before? oh, that's right, I'm no writer....but..I could do that..couldn't I ? SURE, but do I want to indulge in those parts of my sticky little brain? I try to stay outta there. It's dark, and weird and most certainly unexplainable with words..


I've been on myspace, and buzznet, but this place is different, in a better way. I'm still sorting it all out. I am really enjoying the iamtelling. Seeing these truths hidden in a lie is somehow profound. I am stumbing about, typing in random words and seeing what comes next.

VarookaMcSalt is distressed.

If it's not one thing, it's another. Your life is a pitiful wreck, and it's all you ever write about. Why don't you at least make up a happy story for once. Your friends would appreciate that.

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I am posting a journal. whoopie. not much to say, but it's cold and I don't wanna think that he's dead. Not that I'm a raging fan girl, but I would expect Amy Winehouse, or BritBrit.