Reflection from December 30th, 2016 a.k.a. New Year’s Eve’s Eve ;0)
It all began just a short while ago…
Well, lol, in the one *soul* immediate sense with which we are so dutifully concerned at this presently pressing, moment! I was finishing up watching a very vintage film rendition of my favorite book—the one of two tied at the top but of course, also known as Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. Sigh…
Okay, think Maris! Efficient, effective and aesthetically-pleasing in the quick-sense!
Nah, I’m okay…
Alright, so I started the movie last night, and was just finishing it up—I mean, just finished it up not even half-hour ago, to get to my dad (biological) to deliver on back to the library today with Mad Max/Fury Road (which I did not watch) namely, because the due date crept up on me so very quickly (i.e. unlike, this entry) and did, just happen to be today.
So I finished the old-school film adaptation of Dickens’ Great Expectations—a.k.a. favorite book of all time no.1 of two (tied for no.1—hence, one of the twin set), well, prolly now, like 45 minutes ago! Whew…
My mouth is so dry!
I’m gonna push through it, though…
So, I finished the movie and gave it to my dad before he and my mama (biological) left just before I began writing here—in between such two very particular points in time, I found myself wandering around the house, thinking to myself, “I feel so weird!”
And, not even in a bad sense—which is interesting because I do, usually choose to utilize the word “interesting” instead of weird, which to me, seems less stigmatic. Or, less “judgmental” or whatever, you know—at least, ’til you even figure out what it is, that you’re working with!
So anyways, then—cue the conversion command ;oD
Negative energy to positive energy, store in energy reserve, thanks and give praise…
J/k in the sense of wording—but, you know what I mean!
So then, I’m walking around, processing—and on the way down to the laundry room to get toilet paper for my bathroom (yep—all out’a TP, again!) ;oD
I start itching my back, and by “back”—I mean the very warm part of my lower back, probably JUST below my *beloved* La Vita e Bella + flutterby “tramp stamp.” Which, was interesting in the sense that whilst watching the end of Great Expectations—I was lying on a heating pad, ‘cept…
The heat was applied all the way up to my shoulders—and even though none of my skin had been directly touching the heat, only that one portion of my back was itchy. Like, the patch right around my tramp stamp—you see?
So I grab the TP from the laundry room and head back upstairs—and on the way up I realized, in the following order (but so quickly it seemed almost instantaneous, in the sense of beginning after the first step—with full, complete execution occurring prior to my reach of the last step, thereby ending my journey of ascent):
POINT I: Only place that itches—is my tramp stamp ;oD
POINT II: My “tramp” stamp—consisting of La Vita e Bella (courtesy of Tucson) with my butterfly ascending up off from the first “L” there, in La (thank you—San Diego!);
POINT III: My *tramp* stamp I wrote that entry about, and made into a Jane Says post—regarding its placement just right upon my “fairy” tail (!);
POINT IV: And then I’m itching it with one hand down the back’a my pants, laughing at the thought of fairytale—and I look down at the bag’a TP in my other hand, which be lookin’ back up at me, with a name like “Charmin” ;oD
Lol, or, in other words—well, I’ma go pee and get something to drink and we can just delve into all the meaning, at a later date.
For the time being, though, really—enough said, if you take my Twitter activity this AM combined with all of the above text, ending with fairytale and Prince Charming ;oD
Lol, alright—almost there…
POINT V: My San Fran Psycho “Roark Revival—Support Your Local Savages” baseball tee I was wearin’ (i.e. go white and green!);
POINT VI: The TP references in the aforementioned text—in combination with my prior James Comey, Director of the FBI/2016 World Series/Declaration of Independence series of Tweets;
POINT VII: Lol, the three bears on the front of this “Charmin” packaging; and
POINT VIII: The last song I listened to today—earlier at the end of my toning “routine;”
POINT IX: Being, “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea which I notably decided not to retweet ‘cause I so liked the, well, my Twitter account’s present symmetry—although I definitely wanted to, ‘cause:  I hadn’t heard that song in awhile,  it reminds me of my prior “what do caucus and cockpit have in common” tweet ;oD
And then, at long last— my prior Iggy/Eminem tweet.
Hence the twins, Dickens’ with Great Expectations—and Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye but of course! What else, would you think?
Now I really, need something to drink!
All my love, to the moon and back and forevermore…
Preach Leonard Cohen! And Tolkien, and Prince…
The choice to exclude me, on behalf of America’s “GOP”—will prove my initial hypothesis (hmmm…) regarding the “GOP’s,” well, “Christianity” you see;
Let us give thanks, and praise!
How I do love you, Harper Lee!
Okay, now my hand’s startin’ to hurt, and I have sparkling cucumber-melon water sips galore—but my lips are gettin’ dry and my bath water is running. Real quick—though…
POINT X: Two nights prior, I got my hunter green Wilson tennis skirt on (the one with built-in “panties” that’d be easy to get off with wet paint on your nails) and my off-white, empire-waist, flow-y Mink Pink tunic with the bell sleeves, 3/4 length—and at long last did finally paint my nails “Bastille my Heart” OPI shimmery-blood-rose-esque pink, which was actually kind of a big deal in that: [A] I’ve been super excited to try this OPI color out—for the first time, though I’ve had it for more than a year; and [B] I’ve been in scatterbrain-mode for God (does!) know how long—during which time and due to same, I was not able to paint my own nails. Wow…
POINT XI: And at long lickety last, noting—that the tooth, well…
The filling on the bottom-right tooth in my mouth, which I had fixed back also with another filling fix on the left side, back in January 2014—lol, err, well…
Baasically, of those two fillings I spoke of in the Jane Says video, ohh!
Lol! See! No, no, no!
In the first of two videos I’ve made—the only two videos I voluntarily withheld from posting online, both of which I did include in Becoming Mary Jane (The Movie)/Take I; the filling on the right side—of which I spoke in that video, in addition to The Lord of the Rings and suicide…
Yesterday evening, just before I sat down to begin Great Expectations—that filling on the bottom-right side of my mouth broke. Lol…
Wow. And then, take all of that—and combine it with the email I’m sure I copied to Senator Coley prior to the SSDI coming through back in November 2014, regarding my super mean, Law School Era, Mayfield Heights dentist of Russian heritage…
Wow. It is hard to even know what to say here!
Rub a dub, dub—off I go, to the TUB ;oD
Ohh and lastly, when I said “include” above in regard to my *theorem*—I think we all know, what I meant.
But, just in case and for the sake of clarity—I meant, the Holy Spirit ruehls this land.
The Holy Spirit (a.k.a. the light side’a thangs) in equal, eternal and yet ever-fluctuating flex-ability with—her dark-side Holy Ghost twin-companion (a.k.a. Shady Lady—but, you knew that!).
Ohh good Lord—I just came down to let Dietrich out before I hop into the bath, and saw the Moon outside, when I let Dietrich out back. You can see her whole, hangin’ up there in the dark navy-blue sky—but, just a sliver lit up like a glowing slipper, on her bottom-right.
My cup runneth over…
All my love.
And this doesn’t even get into all that I learned just last week, about spirituality—from an article including the old-school Baltimore, Maryland Yankee eggnog recipe in The Daily Beast!
For Always and Forever,
All my love,
To the Moon and back…
Honest to God, I do feel—slightly terrified right now. Sigh…
I mean, I’m just converting energy away as I do hair and makeup—but, all the same…
Terrifying. Isn’t that the strangest thing?
Ohh my good GOD…
Strange and terrifying and beautiful for sure. Keep breathing Maris…
In—love is patient; out—love is kind.
You (in) are (out) going (in) to (out) be (in) fine—(out) great, (in) actually…
Back to hair and makeup!
Ahh—may—zing baby. You’re gonna be great.