The Thieves Guild

There is no trust amongst  thieves,  and yet they all congregate in one place. Who's brilliant yet stupid idea was this?  Why their guild master of course. Though he might be the most skilled,  he is the loneliest,  and most nieve. He trusts his fellow thieves,  more than other people.  Yet his guild'ies are the ones that steal and take advantage of him every day.
Word of advice,  your valuables are not safe in his home. So don't leave them there. 

cell phone experiment

I want to see how much I can write from my phone. I could go to the restroom and try my luck at recording my voice into words,  but unless I have a script to read from, my words just don't get written the same.  But I think this is probably equally frustrating.  I have the new Galaxy s4, so I'm using swipe to type everything.  Basically I am typing without having to lift my finger from the screen,  and hopefully auto-correct doesn't screw me over on the words I am typing. So forgive me for not having the best grammar.
     I'm sitting at Starbucks with my son, and I'm feeling grateful.  Everyone is going through a revelation, an apocalypse if you will, an end to the way they used to be, because the world demands a change from them.  I'm not worried for them, I am excited to see the results cuz I know they will pull through. And come out better for it.  I might be too. Though I still feel very much the same, I know a great part of me has died.  I don't think she is worth resurrecting.  I'm very much alive, but I'm covered in scars and I'm afraid there is no hiding them. This must be what war veterans go through, the ones that haven't gone "hard" the ones that were never meant to serve,  but we're forced to,  and came back alive all traumatized. .. I still want to ask my uncles what it was like.  But they spent the the last three decades trying to forget,  so who am I to ask them to re-live it. I think that's why I never ask people about their hardships, I figure if they want to talk about it, they will.
I'm looking forward to Easter.  I miss my family,  they are all assholes,  but they are apart of who I am. I still look forward to Mexico.  I'll make it happen. Until I do I'm not doing anything else!  Fuck everything else!  My son will come with me.  And my dad is going to be doing a bunch of acceptance, and explaining. .. I don't know how to begin to explain what I want from Mexico.
    All I know is that it's been calling to me the way only a place called home could.

My life is starting again

I would have never thought things would work out so well. I am so fucking happy right now! I am terrified of having it all ripped away, but for now, I am going to relish in it.
I haven't been practicing yoga simply my self perseverance. My horoscope recommended I get back to my roots. At first I thought it was talking about Mexico, I still plan on Mexico,but its on hold until all the paperwork crap is over. 5 years of John has turned me into a bit of an illiterate. I was reading some of my work from before John and I, and I had way better choices for words... but many more spelling errors. Probably has to do with all the weed I have smoked these past 5 years I wish I didn't need a man in my life to keep me happy, but I am happy to have met someone new. I think I like him. But who knows, it's barely been a few weeks, and I still don't know if anything is official, but maybe that's his way of giving me freedom? Its not that I need to be with other people, it's that I don't want commitments, cuz commitments freak me the fuck out right now. So technically he's just what I need right now. I am smitten. Rediculous! Right? I've barely been in the dating game for a few weeks well a month or two and I've met maybe 6-7 guys, and I've been on several dates, and this one, is the one I like...
well it took me a whole year or 2 but here I am. My new home still feels temporary, but it's mine and I don't care if eventually I have to pack It back up. For now it's everything I need, and I will make the most of it and be happy. My son is so much happier too. We have little chats everyday, he now reads to me. And sure he gets a little upset about small stuff because he's still dealing with the loss of John, but that's okay too.
I'm working on a better blog because I know I need to. I recently went looking for anything that resembled my brain, And I found nothing. I always carry a notebook, a small notebook in my purse with me at all times. Yet I did not find anything that resembled a Journal entry. 5 notebooks for 5 years and none of them had much of an opinion. I just had some slapstick happy thoughts, some very mindfull opinions, none of them were me.