How TO Experience Life

I Got this from another blog:




Experience. Dream. Risk. Close your eyes and jump. Enjoy the freefall. Choose exhilaration over comfort. Choose magic over predictability. Choose potential over safety. Wake up to the magic of everyday life. Make friends with your intuition. Trust your gut. Discover the beauty of uncertainty. Know yourself fully before you make promises to another. Make millions of mistakes so that you will know how to choose what you really need. Know when to hold on and when to let go. Love hard and often and without reservation. Seek knowledge. Open yourself to possibility. Keep your heart open, your head high and your spirit free. Embrace your darkness along with your light. Be wrong every once in a while, and don’t be afraid to admit it. Awaken to the brilliance in ordinary moments. Tell the truth about yourself no matter what the cost. Own your reality without apology. See goodness in the world. Be Bold. Be Fierce. Be Grateful. Be Wild, Crazy and Gloriously Free. Be You.

There's life after me???

No...
I refuse to believe that anyone can have a life without me... Or at least a good one..

ROCKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

This darn dog is named Rocky, he's the pet of a friend of mine. He had some issues with his apartment so I decided to look after him for a little bit. The first day I brought him home, he pooped and peed everywhere, and on the second day he pooped and peed everywhere again! And so on... It's only been a week and I feel like I've become the master of cleaning dog poop and piss.. So if anyone wants to hire me for 1000 an hour, I'll come over and clean after your dog.

He also sheds... And sheds... Omg non stopping shedding. OH not to mention how he chewed up Luika's pumps and blackberry charger, and my sandals, multiple iPhone chargers and worst of all... Our internet cable... Twice...

The other day, I received a message from my roommate telling me how our living roommate is like destroyed... This is right after I was telling the owner of the dog about how good rocky has been this past weekend. So I get home, prepared with cleaning supplies and a buddy to help, to find that it wasn't as bad as I thought. I assumed poop on the couch and piss on the tv. Luika was already home and she covered some of the damages that rocky made by ripping our tissue box apart...

Oh dog... Such a little brat.... Who LOVES human interaction just a bit too much. He loves to follow you around where ever you go, even the bathroom, and then he regrets it when he's locked in there with you for ten minutes.

[ a couple of weeks later...]

Butttttttt he's been there, through those times when I just wanted to be alone, but he "tells" me no.... Everytime. And instead of angering me more, he runs and jumps on the couch, just to snuggle his nose in my arms. That's it, no more angering me with his annoying playful bites and his desire to be pet. He just lays there and accompanies me when I felt like the whole world couldn't understand what I was going through. 'Alone' was something I never liked, the word itself scares me and makes me use all the muscles on my face to frown. Sometimes I trick myself into believing that being alone is the best, the best for my friends so they aren't brought down by my bummer mood. But dog knows better...

Now I go home, and there's no more urine and poop to clean up, no broken wires to fix, no teared up tissues all over the apartment, I am so grateful for that... Thanks Gary for taking him away!!! But gosh I miss that little pup that could distinguish my tears of sadness from tears of laughter.