Red Pixy Stix

So, if you are a avid reader of this blog, you already know that a common theme for me is honesty. Or rather, my need for it. It's almost a sickness for me, I realize. But, I believe that "keeping it real" ultimately results in a quality of life that reaches far beyond the mediocrity of the mundane, deep into the depths of dreamy candy lands. And I am all over lands o' candy. So, I do what I can to adhere to my policy of truth (great song, by the way), ever cognizant of the fact that people, myself included, are going to sometimes embrace their shady side, or make poor decisions. It's not about moral judgements, it's about taking ownership of who you are. It's kind of like...."I did/do (insert: derelict behavior), it was/is (insert: "a mistake" or "the best thing that ever happened to me"), and now I know (insert: what we learned from the process)......and yes, I will have some Skittles with that....thank you." This journey, the dreamy candy land quest that I pursue with such dedication, is constantly stymied by elements beyond my control. For I am a tiny piece, within a small part, inside of a larger machine operating in the infinite abyss. And this machine is oppressive, nasty and fueled by lies, greed and corruption. There are no dreamy lands waiting for the operators of the machine. Thank god! I mean, I wouldn't want to be sitting back sharing a bag of Red Vines with George Bush, or listening to the Bunnymen with Dick Cheney. And, I especially don't want to be working some great time in my little world, and suddenly find myself swapping moisturizing tips with Hillary Clinton! See, this is where it gets tricky though. Will I ever be able to reconcile my inner peace with my lack of outer peace? Will I reach the highest peak in my dreamy candy land, given all the negative, dishonest energy surrounding me every day? In times of doubt, I tend to stick to what I know.....red pixy stix. The red pixy stick is not something to be taken for granted. They are only offered to those who inspire me (or those that I have huge crushes on). They serve as an invitation into my world, and the recognition that you are a welcomed and appreciated part of my path. I'm saving one for Obama.....just in case. He may prove to be worthy, and if so, then it's all his. And if it turns out that he can fuel the machine with tolerance, acceptance and truth, then he can have my whole supply.

Why I think V.D. sucks -

First of all, let me just say that I completely believe in love, romance and all that tingly stuff. I do. I mean, if I were the type to adorn my bumper with stickers, I would have one that proudly stated, "I brake for love, honk if you do too". Really. I'm not one of these jaded, cynical types that scoff at all things sweet and tender. But, having said all of that, I have to go on record and say that I find nothing romantic about Valentines Day. And this isn't because I'm not my valentine's, valentine either (although, that does suck something fierce). It's because Valentines Day is an institution, dictated by the rules of Hallmark, Russell Stover, and rose farmers 'round the world. It's not spontaneous, original or creative. Does it really bring lovers closer together if they both go out and find a valentine offering to present to each other on a day that every other couple is doing the same thing? Are we that generic? Do we need a designated day to remind us to show our love and appreciation for the special person in our lives? I would much rather have my guy show his adoration for me on a random day when I'm not expecting it, and more importantly.....at a time when he is actually feeling it. And for a girl like me, with a halo made of razor-wire, this could be most effectively achieved by simply showing up at my door sportin' a mohawk, eye liner, and a cocky grin. Nothing says "I love You" quite like liberty spikes and Max Factor. Sorry, I was just going someplace really wacky with that.....Anyway, whether you are with the one you love, or trying like hell to love the one you are with -- skip V.D. and celebrate each other in your own unique way. That's when it counts, that's when you know it's real.