Ok my beloveds, my people, my adored and adorers, my smoochang lovemonkeys, my folk, my gorgeousness gorgeous bringers of light and my soulcompadres.

Hi :).

Here is the lowdown:

I am busy, busy, busy. I have a new business and it is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE and so much fun. It's a true manic-depressive experience. I am higher than a kite when everything falls into place, and then shortly after, I fall on the floor pounding my fists into the concrete when it falls to pieces. What a enlivening month it's been, everything you dread and crave all at the same time...

Mostly it is my struggle with "the man" that keeps me grinding my teeth at night ~ God, I hate banks. I hate them all. They all SUCK. And I am at their fucking mercy, motherfuckers. I hate banktellers particularly. No, I just hate one bankteller at the moment, and god forbid something like a large tree come crashing down on her as she sits in her cosy apartment tonight, slurping coco puffs with too big of a spoon, her feet propped up on the coffee table in her big bird slippers.

I sure wouldn't want anything like THAT to happen....

Oh, and while I'm dishing it out, I do want to acknowledge to the Universe this godsend voice on the other end of a long line named Jacob who works for Intuit, who was my guide for an hour through the labyrinth of my accounting program. It was kind of erotic honestly, I'll have to tell you about that another time, I'm still processing it.

But I have some other news since I'm on the subject of karma, and it goes like this:

I was in the truck (it's a red one Cali-man) the other day and a lady was in front of me in a car looking for a road or something... In other words, she kept slowing her car down and speeding up, without much concern for anyone else around (namely ME); and so, I muttered to myself while I was riding her tail, "Come on you IDIOT, just figure out what you want to do! GOD."

And a second later, I imagined this quiet mind voice saying, "Remember karmic energy here, we need to realize that this lady is lost and probably nervous and just as frustrated as you are...." So I backed off a bit, and did some deep breathing remembering all the times I was lost and fucking someone up.

BUT, and here is something interesting, it also said, "But it's ok to call her an idiot because she probably is."

I thought that was brilliant, to understand that we are all related on the level that we make errors in direction sometimes and we all get lost, but there is also the difference that some of us are stupider than others. And it's ok to say so.

:)