Why I Should be In Good Spirits

 I really should be in a better mood recently because:

1. My mother lost her job on Tuesday, which sucks, but she isn't torn up about it and I think we will be fine financially. But since she will be staying home, I don't have to be the one playing housemaid anymore. Not to say that I would let her do everything, but it is still help.
2. My father will most likely be accepting a job as the head minister at a church an hour northwest of here. He is going to be a pastor again, which is incredibly amazing considering all that my family has been through.
3. This

So why the hell aren't I happy?
I need to cheer up, damn it!

Thinking about Monday

Sitting in a chair in the other room that I never sit in.
Listening to music.
Mother just finished practicing piano, thus ending the competition between her and my headphones.
Thinking about Monday.
Monday I'll start again at life.
Yeah, Monday.
Having some breathing trouble.
It's funny how I can nonchalantly say that to people.
As if breath isn't that big of a deal to me.

One Year.

I just noticed that this Monday marked the one year point for this blog...thing, or whatever it is.
It started as a place to, well, post arbitrarily about random thoughts that I had.
But it has sort of taken on a new role, hasn't it?
Why yes, myself, it seems as though it has. Thanks for noticing.

Anyway, at some point shit got real on this thing.
It went from a silly little place to post funny or interesting things (elf owl's are still frickin' cute),
to a place to post stuff that was serious business.

I think I want a good mixture of both now because:
A) It will give me something to do
B) It will create more content for nobody to read.

Also, more of this thing that I'm doing here; typing off of the top of my head.
I want more of this, and I'm sure you do to Mr./Ms./Mrs. Nobody.

Thanks for reading Nobody.
You're a real pal!

Biblia Sancta

There was dust
on my bible this morning.
The cover to His words
themselves covered
in the bits of dried skin and hair
of a Man–
Mortal
like the One
he sent.