Lyn Blue
Thu, 02/12/2009 - 05:44
Howdy. It's been a shit hole week. I've been sick. Feels like I've got a piece of rolled up sandpaper in my throat. Neat. But I can't help wondering if I'm sick because I'm sick of my log, or just plain sick. I was watching this movie today that my friend, Cassie gave me- The Secret. She thought maybe it'd help me improve my sex life. Apparently a big hit a couple years ago. Of course that's how things trickle down to Sunshine. Like a bad, delayed reaction. The only secret about The Secret is that there is no big fucking secret. Are you telling me if I sit here and envision myself leaving Sunshine on a white horse with Gerard Butler that one day my prince charming will swoop me up and carry me off to my fantasy island. I think not. Perhaps being sick has made me more cynical, but I really don't think that's it either. I'm always the dark cloud in the room, and I'm OK with that. At least I'm not in denial. At least I'm not robbing people, selling some bullshit videos that suggest they can change their lives by just thinking about something everyday. Trust me, that's all I've been doing for years - and ain't nothing happened yet. And don't tell me if I get some poster board and glue pictures up on it to look at every day it will manifest faster. I've had Gerard Butler on my wall and brain for five years now, and he hasn't done as much as call. Fuck The Secret.
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