Lacey Says This...

As I went to a speaker meeting in a friends store…
I was bout to embark on a journey where I would see deeply into another humans
soul.

When she asked me about him today,

It lit up my soul to even think about him.

No body knows how much I loved that man….

     She can close her eyes and
remember the exact moment she heard her heart shatter deep inside her chest.

   The moment the words sunk true
and reality could no longer be ignored.

Could no longer be pushed, shunned, or drugged away.

To top shit off... after a shit
filled day...

I come home to discover more SHIT.



My Single White Female...

(everyone who knows me knows who this is, and her infamous stories...)

Shes at it again!

NO JOKE!



Let me do the count down...

she now has ripped off the fallowing tattoos from me...

1.) Virgin de Guadalupe tattoo, on the same arm... same place.

2.) Dia De Los Muertos tattoo...

3.) My CUPCAKE TATTOO (and on the same spot on her neck)

4.) Stitches around the wrist.

I spent all day in therapy (yeah!? So what?!) this
morning talking about Poo.

I kid you not. Poo.

Something was off.
And not in an obvious way...
But in an off way.

It felt like the air itself stood still.
My lungs could not even expand.
It was like time stopped for just one moment for me to sit and think....
Really think about it.

I sat there and tried to see what it was I was suppose to think about, what it was the universe, or whatever it was wanted me to see.

I stopped to smell the roses... But I began to see that my nose was clogged.

It was off.
I couldn't pick up on it.
I knew it was there... Some big ambiguous meaning... But I didn't know what it was!

What would Gidget do?
Its sometimes something I ask myself in a situation where I am overwhelmed with life.

I sat alone in the back of work crying my eyes out today. I thought about everything and as the pit of my stomach ached and I felt like I was going to vomit the most vile of blood.. I asked myself what Gidget would say to me right now.

Everyone has a guardian angel. Some people never think about theirs. Some people lose a family member or a friend and hope they will forever be close by. Gidget is my angel.
After he died I had dreams where he would come speak to me.

It was a
Tuesday afternoon… Like any Tuesday it was slow and dragged on like an old
timers love story. He had waited all day for the right time to shoot up. He
knew if he did it first thing in the morning that he was an addict. So he had
to wait till at least three in the afternoon.

I have recently discovered the way
to get people to notice you.

Everyone wants people to ask them
out. Everyone wants to be hit on at the grocery store, the gas station, and
even a bar. Even if its by the grossest person, or the Fabio of the joint… it
doesn’t matter. It’s a spoon full of sweet sweet validation, and it slides down
our throats like warm butter.

Tonights been the first night in a long time that I would have loved to have drank.

The end.