maundy thursday musings

I don't wash other people's feet (figuratively) as often as I should. I believe I do my family's, but there is still always something more that can be done.

I have too many things. Objects. I think I find some form of comfort in these (e.g. when A and I broke up I went on a CD-binge, about 20 CDs in 2 weeks). I have to stop. I have countless books I still haven't read; and a ton of pDVDs I don't watch anymore. Today I'm going to try to purge some of the stuff. Let go and let God, probably!

If people don't need drugs medicinally, or for some form of escape, what do they need them for? How come some people cannot function without a fix? What if I were to try?

If I were to meet someone, I need a man, not (still) another boy.

I've started the filthy nicotine habit again. Stress, work-induced, as well as yet-another-little-boy-induced. Sigh.

and now that i've started
the purging, I've found one of my most beloved CDs, Sinead Lohan's No Mermaid. Nice music to declutter to.

for the (yet-another) little boy
Lift your head up out of your hands, love,
I can't take you anywhere.
Sometimes you give me all you've got to give me
and sometimes you act like you don't care.
- Don't I Know, Sinead Lohan

Last Song Syndrome : Disillusioned - Sinead Lohan
In agony we drew a circle with a stone.
What's the colour of the raindance, I don't know.
When it closes in, I know you'd rather be alone.
In the day's disguise, night's howling at the moon.