pissed off again...

i am so pissed off right now...

i can't believe how little privacy you can get with other people in the house...

i like solitude...i like quiet...

fuck these people for messing up their lives and giving me a headache...

~ooooohhhhh.....~

DO FINGERS GROW BACK?

A man came out of his home to admire his new
truck. To his puzzlement, his
three-year-old son was happily hammering dents
into
the shiny paint. The man ran to his son,
knocked him away, hammered the little boy's
hands
into a pulp as punishment. When the
father calmed down, he rushed his son to the
hospital.

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the
crushed bones, he finally
had to amputate cut-off) the fingers from both the
boy's hands. When the boy woke up
from the surgery and saw his bandaged stubs, he
innocently said, "Daddy, I'm sorry about your
truck." Then he asked, "Daddy? When are my
fingers
going to grow back?"

The father went home...and committed suicide.

Think about the story the next time you see
someone
spilled milk at a
dinner table or hear a baby cry. Think first before
you
lose your patience and become angry

with someone you love. Trucks can be repaired.
Broken bones and hurt feelings often cannot. Too
often we fail to recognize
the difference between the person and the
performance. People make mistakes. We

are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we
take
while in a rage will haunt us forever. Pause and
ponder. Think before you act.

Be patient.

Always remember:

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE ANGRY, BUT
YOU
HAVE NO RIGHT TO BE CRUEL...
UNDERSTAND AND LOVE.

"IN YOUR ANGER, DO NOT SIN." (Ephesians 4:26)

:::i'm comin' out of my cage:::

mr. brightside by the killers

I'm coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I’m coming out of my cage
And I’ve been doing just fine
Gotta gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his—chest
Now, he takes off her dress
Now, let me go

I just can’t look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibi
But it’s just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I never...
I never...
I never...

f.u.
copyright krucifixion87

meaningful readings

A rose within

A certain man planted a rose and watered it faithfully,
and before it blossomed, he examined it. He saw the bud
that would soon blossom and also the thorns. And he
thought, "How can any beautiful flower come from a plant
burdened with so many sharp thorns?" Saddened by this
thought, he neglected to water the rose, and before it
was ready to bloom, it died.

So it is with many people. Within every soul there is a
rose. The God like qualities planted in us a birth grow
amid the thorns of our faults. Many of us look at ourselves
and see only the thorns, the defects. We despair, thinking
that nothing good can possible come from us. We neglect to
water the good within us, and eventually it dies. We never
realize our potential.

Some people do not see the rose within themselves; someone
else must show it to them. One of the greatest gifts a person
can possess is to be able to reach past the thorns and find
the rose within others. This is the characteristic of love,
to look at a person, and knowing his faults, recognize the
nobility in his soul, and help him realize that he can overcome
his faults. If we show him the rose, he will conquer the thorns.
Then will he blossom, blooming forth thirty, sixty, a
hundred-fold as it is given to him.

Our duty in this world is to help others by showing them their
roses and not their thorns. Only then can we achieve the love
we should feel for each other; only then can we bloom in our
own garden.

something someone wrote sometime ago...

The Hole by Anon.

Two brothers once decided to dig a deep hole behind their house.
As they were working, a couple of other boys stopped by to watch.

"What are you doing?" asked one of the visitors.

"We're going to dig a hole all the way through the earth!" one of
the brothers volunteered excitedly.

The other boys began to laugh, telling the brothers that digging
a hole all the way through the earth was impossible. After a
long silence, one of the diggers picked up a jar full of spiders,
worms, insects and interesting stones. He removed the lid
and showed the wonderful contents to the scoffing visitors.

Then he said confidently, "Even if we don't dig all the way
through the earth, look what we found along the way!"

Their goal was far too ambitious, but it did cause them to dig.
That is what a goal is for, to cause us to move in the direction
we have chosen. In other words, to set us to digging!

But not every goal will be fully achieved. Not every job will end
successfully. Not every relationship will endure. Not every hope
will come to pass. Not every love will last. Not every endeavor
will be completed. Not every dream will be realized.

But when you fall short of your aim, perhaps you can say,
"Yes, but look at what I found along the way!
Look at the wonderful things which have come into my life
because I tried to do something!"

It is in the digging that life is lived, and it is the joy in
the journey that truly matters!