Entries Tagged as ‘Notes from a Serial Killer’

October 9, 2009

It’s gonna be a long road to inner peace

Words can’t really describe my experience in meditation class last night.  I’ve illustrated it instead.  As you can see, I’m an awesome artist.

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Gum snapping and pen clicking are my two pet peeves. I should clarify- two of  my BIGGEST pet peeves (there are many).

August 28, 2009

My nickname should be Whatif

I can’t help it, it’s what I do.  New plans, procedures, ideas packaged and presented to me, “Mount, this is how we’re going to handle this situation in the future.”  I look at it and within a few seconds respond, “What if . . .” Sometimes it’s welcomed for troubleshooting at work and finding serious [...]

June 26, 2009

Morning Dream Fog

I woke up this morning feeling morose and my face was wet from crying.  The radio was at full blast and I scrambled to shut it off.  I stared at the ceiling, trying to pluck an image through the fog of my interrupted dream. There was a bed and a suitcase.  What else?
Her face, her [...]

June 12, 2009

The difference a decade makes

In the business of de-cluttering my life and preparing to move, I’ve come across many things that have been packed for nearly a decade. Yesterday I opened a box containing mementos from relationships past.  Letters and cards from that huge saga that didn’t end until he ran off to marry a Brazilian woman (SLUT!).   Reading [...]

June 10, 2009

Fire bad, tree pretty*

The past 3 weeks have been a roller coaster ride, me flying high on relief only to plummet into the depths of anxiety.  Most of my waking time is spent going through my decades worth of crap I’ve had stored at my parents’ forever, sorting for garage sale, charity, toss and recycle. The remaining time [...]