Day Hike.

A couple weekends ago I went on a day hike by myself.  I was hardly alone though.  It was nice.  

Interstate Therapy.

When I was in high school, there were a few times when I would get really upset or angry, so one of my friends would drive me to the freeway so I could lean out the window and yell as loud as I wanted to.
Today I needed some interstate therapy, so Andrea and I hopped on the 5 so I could forget about my failures and frustrations of the day I had just lived, have some wind blow up in my face, and not feel embarrassed about how much I still enjoy listening to Hollaback Girl.
Seriously, this day was bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.

Wheat Paste Wonderland.

Super gorgeous street art by Swoon

















Ahhhhh...

Unemployment: Settling Has Never Been So Simple.

It's really lame. I have spent hours searching job listings and calling employers to inquire about positions that I'm underqualified for, and this process has just not been that successful.
A while ago I had an interview with this woman who called herself "Sister Beatrice". She needed an "assistant". When we spoke over the phone to schedule the interview she didn't tell me that she was blind...
I decided to decline her job offer. Not because she's blind, but because she asked me to do a lot of peculiar things for her, and I was rather confused and pretty weirded out. I would also like to add that Sister Beatrice was not a nun, nor was she an elder in the Mormon church.

After so many failed job hunts, I've realized that I'm at this place when my list of "things that I'd like in a job" got hurled out the window a long time ago. This conclusion was confirmed in me today when I began seriously considering becoming a "pet bather". I can see it now... "Hi, my name is Veronica Burris, and I bathe pets".
The thing is though, in the job description it says that experience is preferred. I don't know if there's some kind of special tecnique for animal washing, but perhaps the occasional bath for two ungrateful felines counts as experience.


I don't even know what to do with myself anymore.

I am being robbed.

Someone is trying to take things from me that do not belong to them. Sometimes they steal from me quietly, and other times they don't care about going unoticed. The things that they steal from me are very costly, and difficult to get back.
However, as I'm thinking about it right now, perhaps I am not giving enough credit to the theif, because in actuality he doesn't just take things so much as he makes exchanges.
He replaces things like freedom and exchanges it for fear. Confidence for self-doubt, truth for falsehood, and restlesness for peace. He is breaking my back with his ruthless schemes, and I hate him.



I've said it once today, and I'll say it ten thousand times over, "I need thee every hour".

It's Not A Secret.

It's true. I love cats more than most people. I didn't say that I was obsessed with them...I just like them a lot.
Sometimes when people find out that I like cats, they'll say something about me eventually becoming the "creepy cat lady". I hate this.
I don't know why people think they're being funny or original by mentioning this to me. It is neither of the two. And just for the record, cats are cute, but they can also be annoying, bite you, shed all over your clothing, and pee on your mattress. For these reasons, I will never own more than two of them at one time. Thank you, and enjoy the following lolcatz.