buddhism

I woke up and read about Buddhism.
There are a few contradictions but when isn't there?
The main focus is no violence, but monks have a history of murdering people.
I actually sat there and sewed my jacket.
Its my favorite one, I couldn't let it die out like that.
Natalie came over and we walked to work together.
Subway was crazy busy, but no meltdowns.
I snapped a little bit here and there.
I just can't handle stupid people.
I don't have it in me.
I payed Tim 3.50 and half of my employee meal to start a half an hour early.
I'm glad I did, and I'm glad he agreed.
Amy, Natalie and Ryan all came down to the show with me.
We got the NSCAD just as Gilbert Switzer was starting.
The crowd seemed to be really into it.
Lots of humping, and dancing, and general nonesense.
Those art kids sure know how to dress.
I can't tell if I'm being sarcastic or not.
I saw some stuff that left a bad taste in my mouth.
Atleast it was gone the second time I turned around.
That might be a worse thing though.
Amy would like me to think it was figment of my imagination.
I'm creative, but not that creative.
Windom Earl had me dancing though, good or bad taste in my mouth.
Those kids know how to make a house jump.
This is the kind of shit that makes me wish my blog was more private.
But even at that, google has my number, nothing on the internet is private.
Meghan agreed with the cool awesome fabulous hang out idea.
I look forward to that.
Amy has all my winter accessories in her purse.
I was so... I don't even know the word, that I didn't feel the cold.
When I got home I kind of realized the numb feeling of my inner thighs though.
Question: Would long John's under a skirt look ridiculous?
Could I pull that off?
I want to be an English princess sitting in my garden in black puffy dresses surrounded by ducks more than ever.
I want sleep.
I don't want 12 pages on Buddhism.
Fuck. Fucking, fucking up my garden.