Looking for My Happy

So, this week has been a bit of a challenge.

1) I have consumed approximately two full boxes of cookies, and I am not proud of it.

2) I had to buy smooth peanut butter, because it was on sale and ‘chunky’ wasn’t.

3) One of my oldest friends is getting married tomorrow and I have no idea what to write in her card (Current draft: Dear Bertha,* It seems like only yesterday that you were wearing a training bra and braces. Now you have a real bra, straight teeth, AND a husband. What is that about? Sincerely, Real Girl)

* Not her name. Although, I wish I had a friend named Bertha.

4) My large intestine is being very expressive this week (probably due to the travesty that is #1), and I feel like I am being continuously impaled by a tiny rhino.

5) Today, my friend bent over and I saw 100% of her boob and we were in a group of people so I didn’t say anything about it and now it’s really too late to say anything about it, so I’m going to have to live my entire life carrying around this secret boob sighting and I don’t know how to feel about that.

When I’ve had a challenging week such as this one, I like to sit down and have some high quality journal time. I turn on some Bruce Springsteen, crack out my scissors, and start creating.

I thought I’d show you lovely people some of my favourite journal pieces, today.

Hopefully you enjoy this brief glimpse into my (blackened) soul.

Lyrics from "No Surrender" - Bruce Springsteen
Lyrics from “No Surrender” – Bruce Springsteen
John Keats
John Keats

Haruki Murakami

Haruki Murakami
Haruki Murakami

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RG

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21 thoughts on “Looking for My Happy

  1. I’m with you on the having a friend called Bertha, although to be honest I’d be happy just to meet someone called Bertha.That may just have gone on my bucket list…
    Also never feel bad about eating too many cookies. Someone had to eat them or the cookies would never have fulfilled their destiny and that would have been cruel, so really you’re a hero!

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  2. number 1 and number 2 is the epitome of first world tragedy. Like… why do bad things happen to good people? cookies is life and smooth peanut butter is the tears wept by satan that is congealed in the form of NO. PEANUTS. i’m weeping for you RG i really am. And btw, it warms my soul that you have such a tender artistic and literary side 🙂 I’m a literature geek and I appreciate beauty so DAYUM that is some fiiiiiiiiiine journal. I have a quotes bank on my electronic notepad – to date one of my favourite quotes: ‘Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.’ – F. S. Fitzgerald. Ok I’ll stop talking now before I start babbling about life haha 🙂 nice stuff RG 🙂 stay awesome *high five* x

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  3. Cookies were made to be eaten. So really, you were completing their purpose in life and for that you should be proud – some would even call you a hero.

    The start of the card to the person not call Bertha is already sounding awesome and if I received a card like that id be happy (possibly also because I’ve finally gotten married).

    Your journal entries are so pretty!

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  4. Always a joy to see what amusing things you write. I think you’re ability to find humor in your pain is a great gift. The secret boob sight, that crap is for real. I once awoke a friend of mine he carried with him an embarrassing fact. Needless to say I wish that image would fade with time. But hey, these are the battle scars of friendship (or the blackmail worthy things I can’t figure out which).

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  5. Simply innocent thoughts.The life is not hard but it is rather light depending upon us.Pains n joy are part of life.No matter,they must enjoy with light words.Story of boob and cookies are proof of your innocence.Keep the nature for forever.

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  6. LOVED the Bertha card!
    I remember a lady bending over at the fridge and inadvertently giving me a secret boob sighting. No complaints from me. I draw the line, however, at overweight guys bending over and giving me a secret butt crack sighting.

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