Consistency!

I don't have it!

But I'ma gonna - I can feel it in my marrow. 

I have a consistently good life. Thanksgiving has just rolled around yet again (hello sweet bird) and we're asked to say what we are thankful for. I'm above all thankful that every day is a new chance, ain't nothing set in stone. I'm thankful that I have several moments of gratitude in every day. In chatting with my best friend it was expressed that the expressions of gratitude that fall from our lips, sometimes ring hollow. That stems for a belief on whether or not (usually not - self hate, it's so 2011) you deserve the good that is in your life. I'm working hard on inviting it in but I really have to check what message I am running in the background. What is the Closed Captioning that my ID is receiving and maybe sharing with me. Usually not again - that ID is a goddamn selfish wench. Jokes ID! There's love. But you are a wench. No joke. 

I love chatting with myself in a mirror - that's where the real Gold is mined. Funny doesn't even begin to cover the games that drip from the ubiquitous humour faucet in my brainsicle. I give myself great pep talks. I also give myself shitty memos but I'm learning to wipe the brown onion in my mind with'em and DISCARD! 

Haiku!

Cat dancing a jig
Lattés are my favourite
Canadian pride

Apropos of nothing is that poem. Haikus - why you gotta be so great? It's a question for the ages and sages. 

You wanna song? I'm a giver - here's a gem:

No greater performer - few better performances. Queen B!! If you disagree, leave this blog. God bless. 

I'm kidding, you can stay. But you're not right. 

xo