Under the influence of my pen

...and a couple of glasses of Riesling, which I've decided aint my choice of drink. I'll stick to Moscato, thankuverymuch...
It's taste is much smoother, sweeter and more pleasing to the palate.

I'm feeling slighlty tipsy but what da fuuk...oh yeah, happyfuckingnewyear!!!

I called it quits on a go-nowhere relationship and now my slate and plate is clean for the '09.

I did absolutelty nothing for new year's end and that suited me just fine. And despite invitations, me and babygurl worked on a Basquiat puzzle, a gift, a very thoughtful one, I might add, from my one and only 'true' friend. I plan to glue and frame it once we finish and if you don't know who Michael Basquiat is, I suggest you google and get yourself acquainted.

Anyways...its weird how karma ALWAYS comes back around. Two days ago I was talking on the phone to a friend in dire straits. Don't know why I said it but I got this text this morning: "oh btw thanks 4 da blessing in 2 dayz" and since I suffer from CRS (can't remember shit), we spoke exactly two days later as he recounted to me words "I spoke into the universe" which jogged my memory as he told me of an angel who appeared with help for his current situation. I am smiling.

Pennies fell from heaven when I checked my bank account to make sure I wasn't overdrawn then saw my pay had been deposited. Oh joy! But that wasn't the end of it.

I was thinking to myself on a money situation with my daughter's school transportation. Decided to go online, make some calls, but being the holidays, everything is closed. Then thought to myself again, "wouldn't it be funny the money comes", and lo' and behold, I get home and the very thought I held contained a check in my mailbox!!! Coincidence? Not.

Which brings me to the idea of how our thoughts are our reality manifested. I've come to this belief often but what is more interesting is that we become what we focus on and the universe supports us.
Our will is subejected to our unconsciously. It's what some people call intution or for those who are religious, god give you what you ask for.
But no matter. My thoughts latley are being manifested and positively so.

It was great talking to my dad today.
I just love him sooo much. He understands me in a way no other does because we're so much alike. Almost like kindred spirits. And he's introverted like me so we relate on a level others don't seem to grasp. His intellect is brilliant. We can talk about any and everything and the conversation is never dull. We were on the subject of music and he was expressing how much music lyrics shape much of his thinking and how he will often recall a favorite song or line to make his point. Ah, kismet.
I live and breathe music. It holds my spirit.
It infiltrates my soul.

Anyway, through this musical sojourn he left this imprinted on my mind that I captured to remember:

"It's not the the depth of the ocean that drowns a man, it's the water"

I'm a let my mind play with that for a minute.