Saturday, May 30, 2009

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Tuesday, 05 May 2009

  • Various Reasons of a Wet Toothbrush

    "So if you donated to my charity, I'll give you a box of chocolates..." Val said as she ushered in hold boxes of what I assumed was chocolates.

    "Uhmmm, why donate? Wouldn't that just be called buying? Why can't you ask people to buy?" I asked, it was early morning and I finally settled down with a cup of luscious Joe (coffee).

    "Don't you know, people don't BUY anymore. You can't get them with that, besides I already look like a crazed half Asian-white girl." Val said, as she took the cup of coffee out of my hand and took a gulp. There was nothing on my face except a disgusted look that made me ponder if she was the reason why my toothbrush was wet in the morning. Mind you, it's in my own private bathroom.

    She stared back at me, "What cat got your tongue?"

    "uhhh, no....But I think you did." I replied, and suddenly I didn't feel like I wanted to wake up anymore.

    "You know what works?" that far off voice was Carreen, shes sitting at the table reading the NY Times, yet we live in L.A. ~go figure.

    "What could possibly work...this has to be a scam somehow..." I say, and Val pokes me and I stare at her....still in disbelief (I'm probably lying to myself about so many things already)

    "You could just shorten that skirt a little and unbutton a couple buttons off that top, you'll surely succeed....candy...after all..." She said, not even looking up from the paper once, since Val has entered the once quiet room.

    ***Silence****

    *Akward....*
    Looking downward at her chest now, Val leaves the room with my cup of coffee.

    .....Wait....wet? toothbrush? ....Noooo


    --Life with Lena--
    LKD Writings
    Linda



Monday, 04 May 2009

  • Fighting for the Environment

    A U2 guitarist bought out 145 (or more) acres of the Santa Monica mountains, he is in the works of building at least 4-5 Green mansions on that property.

    But the Malibu community is up in arms. Not because a celebrity wants to go greener. But for the reason he is going greener.

    I read this in the Sacramento Bee, and needless today I'm too lazy to look up the link.

    But environmentalist are stalling the project because, of the impact it would have with the trucks hauling up dirt for the cementing of an access road and other things (to build the actual homes itself).

    "They're claiming it's a green environmental project, but you'd have to live in the houses a thousand years to make up for the carbon dioxide emitted by the trucks hauling the dirt out," said Lawerence Weisdorm.

    I have mixed feelings about this.

    1. Its just a superstar...and it is 4 GREEN Mansions....for a superstar and his family? They are right, to say that if it was just THEM living there for a 1000 years wouldn't make up for the carbon emissions.

    2. But its Malibu, say if it was anyone building a new neighborhood. The Malibu community wouldn't let it just turn into "suburbia central" .

    So who really wins. When building green....how are we even able to go about it?


    ~Sometimes, you just can't make anyone happy.

    I applaud his efforts....the plans so far, for the homes sound ridiculously amazing.
    But the environmental impact....Not sure if it would last 1000 years (even then i find that to be a ridiculous argument)

    But that's just my mixed thoughts on this.

Sunday, 03 May 2009

Saturday, 02 May 2009

If I can have 15 Minutes of your time...

I ask that you watch all 12 minutes of this...

This video is about 2 years old now....But Craig from the Late Late Show, offers a lot words with witty humor. But there is truth to his words. Especially for a person who has been 15 years sober.

For about 3 years now I've also struggled with the same problem.

My on and off BF (finally OFF for good now for 2 years), broke up with me a couple days before my 21st birthday...

Turning 21 that year was a breeze, arguing with a tree in blatant drunken blurriness is pretty much the best kind of humor you can find, for free. During that time I was fortunate and at ease with myself for doing that.
It didn't really occur to me that the downward spiral I have advocated myself in was anything other than just a birthday celebration.

But 5 months into it, your wallet kind of takes a dive when you celebrate your birthday everyday, especially since its been over for 5 months.

Soon after it wasn't just the trees that beefed me up, it was a dog, a car, a metal fence that bordered two restaurants in an alley, ending with the finale of my run in with a street pole. You'd think I'd know by now the humor was over. But it didn't felt like it because I myself along with others enjoyed the view...

All the way up until I turned 23 was a haze of blurriness.
There were nights I woke up in the passenger side to my vehicle without a clue. But I of course felt immediately better, that it was a good thing I loaded myself into the passenger side to avoid driving drunk.

These were silly things I wish I had someone around to tell me to stop. But had they....I still probably wouldn't listen.

I felt lifeless, as if I wasn't living in my own body, and probably living in someone else.

I saw myself twice everyday, staring in the mirrors of my bathroom.
Feeling that dread of unhappiness that lured deep within my heart, that I had always failed to admit.

Whether it was the broken family, to a broken heart, to the facades of smiles from so-called-friends.
Its not easy to know you are the only one....
And its not easy to look at yourself in the mirror,
to later ignore your own self-question.
Because I fail to admit anything wrong.
Because I want to be perfect.

So I stand at the ends of the bars, all the bartenders know me...I'm pretty down-to-earth. Wave a big smile, and take down the four shots of liquor that loom in front of me. It taste like water at this point and that's only because I'm already drunk.

But it only takes the equivalent of 6 seconds for a kill-switch to activate, and suddenly that self-ignorance is gone.

That 6 seconds was me, running off the embankment of a junction at the 605 South exit ramp towards the I-10 East bound freeway in L.A.. I was entering onto the freeway at a speed of 55 mph, which is a normal speed for coming off a junction. But the guy to my left was going at speeds of 90 mph. Without control of quick reaction, he hit me I hit him.

To give you a sense of visualization of the accident...The spare tire, of my 97' Acura Integra, that was bolted in the truck, exploded and ejected through the back windshield. I spun out 6 times, and my face ate the steering wheel upon impact from that an 89 All metal Camaro, against a pretty much Plastic Car.

I had just shut down the entire freeway (because they couldn't find the spare tire anywhere) for 3 hours, in the middle of the night. He and I were both Drinking and Driving. And had we killed each other...I bet the world wouldn't care.




~They say your life is worth so much more, no matter what.
....And it so is...

Til this day, I can't admit that I am sober. I take one or two beers now. That's enough for me, after a 4 hour period to sober up with a full stomach of food an hour prior. And I probably don't drink often ...I'm gonna say once a month?

And that's a progress from where I was before.

I don't Excuse what I did, nor do I Condone it.
These little mistakes that happen within a blink of an eye, last a lifetime. Even if its not my lifetime. It's probably someone else's lifetime.
It wasn't too much, no one said I was an alcoholic...
I had a drinking problem, but I don't anymore. But I do pick up a glass of wine once in a while.

Does this still classify me as an Alcoholic?
because there are those, that stay completely sober. And there are those who drink on socially.

\these are things that stay conscious inside my head. and going through what I went through, reviewing such mistakes...I honestly say...I do such a better job now.

If you can make the effort to Drink Responsibly...Do it. For the lives of yourself and others.
And that was something I learned, through the pitfall.
And I am lucky I didn't kill anyone.
....at least I know this now.

there are just days..i start to think...the self-idiocy may die down..


Craig - "You can't solve this with money. If you could, then rich people wouldn't die."
"Go talk to someone...."
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