Cold Day in Summer
It's too cold outside today, I don't want to go to work! I just want to curl up in bed with my boyfriends hoody and watch TV all day, smoking weed.
Ugh.

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Cold Day in Summer
It's too cold outside today, I don't want to go to work! I just want to curl up in bed with my boyfriends hoody and watch TV all day, smoking weed.
Ugh.
Taking own advice
So for the longest I am have been the main one telling my friends and family that they should follow their passions, and do what makes them happy. I can honestly say that I am the last one to do such a thing.
I can come up with every excuse under the Sun as to why I don't do it myself. But the truth is I am afraid. Afraid that either my dreams will come true, and I lose everything I thought I had. Or that I will fail miserable and lose everything. I mean lose everything to the point that I am in the middle of time square with a blue tarp and a dog. I have none of these things. LOL
But over the last 2 months I have had a lot of things fall through on me. Things I thought would make me happy. But in the end, I wouldn't have been happy with those things for long. It would have been a temporary fix to an on going problem that I have yet to face. Which is that I need to be drawing.
I was looking in the mirror this morning and noticed that I have changed myself physically through working out and eating better. Which, this time last year, I would have laughed at. But I know if I can change my exercising, eating, and sleeping habits. I can "Get My Life", if you will, and get my art back up to par and better.
Because truly, Art has always made me happy. Whether it was just coloring to sketching or pastels to paints. I love it.
So in the words of the great Yoda, "Do or do not. There is no try." And I am doing.
OBITUARY for COMMON SENSE
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: - Knowing when to come in out of the rain; - Why the early bird gets the worm; ... - Life isn't always fair; - And maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies, don't spend more than you can earn and adults, not children, are in charge. His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, do nothing.
PHILIP K. HOWARD author of "The Death of Common Sense"