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Silence can be so Fucking Golden….
There is a lot of good to be said for “silence”… not the kind of silence where you are curled up on the couch with a nice glass of wine and your favorite “foot – foot”snuggled up next to you… and you are reflecting on your day, the next sip of wine ( hell baby – whether or not to get up and “open” another bottle of wine …. cuz after all it is a school night!!! Maybe you should hold it to 1 bottle of wine this evening…) No, not that kind of silence… Though who the hell wouldn’t want a night of peace and quiet like that… But put away your fantasy thoughts and special toys and accept that those evenings are either far and few in between, things you hear about from your girly friends as they brag about their night alone or it is just an urban myth… Based on the choices, I am shooting that those evenings are just an urban myth!!! One that is not meant for you or any of your girlfriends and those who talk about it… Well.. they are just trying to cover up their lame lives and try add some spice to it to not only make themselves feel better but to make themselves feel allot less pathetic about themselves… Don’t they know as their friends, we would never really judge them??? LOL… Yeah right!!! Going to Hell for that one baby….
No, that is not the type of silence I am talking about… Oh, HELL No!!! The type of silence I am talking about is the type where you are in the same room as someone you have know for a million years.. and you want to talk… you wait for them to to talk… you hold your breath in anticipation when you think they may start a conversation with you only to be let down once again.. You want to spew some shit outta your mouth… but you can’t, you won’t… You can’t because of the silence… the deafening silence that is there…. taunting you… calling you… The earth shattering deafening silence… Why is that??? What is it and what causes it??? How do and can you stop it…. Shut it down and better yet, how do you shut up the fucking silence??? Yes, I said shut up… the deafening silence??? Silence as we know, screams louder than any other noise and says more than anyone or any words can ever be said to you… You hear the silence clearer than any words you will ever hear…
You have come to accept that, it isn’t easy to shut up the silence; it is way more complicated and complex than you think, realize and understand… but most importantly, you have to ask yourself… do you really want to stop the silence??? This “Golden Fucking Silence??? Are you OK with the deafening silence??? Is it so bad…. so loud that you can’t focus??? Have you adapted to the silence …. these are real things you have to ask yourself… has the silence become as comforting as the urban legend of the myth of the “foot – foot” curled up next to you on the sofa keeping your feet warm with her tail??? ( For those of you idiots whom do not know what a “foot-foot” is… it is a pussy cat baby ) Once you start to ask those questions, then you must then accept that the silence has now become “Fucking Golden” and you wouldn’t and you won’t give it up for anything in the world… You have become adapted to the silence…. You find comfort in the silence, you find both refuge and safety… You are now a part of the silence… you have created and enabled it and more importantly…. you long for it… the silence is soothing… it is after all ” Fucking Golden”…. so sweet, yet bitter and yet so very quiet, comforting …. even though so deafening….
To talk to anyone at this point would be accepting accountability for the silence and the guilty pleasure you find in it… after all, there is something to be said about having a “foot-foot” curled up next to you keeping you warm and only listening to the soothing sounds of her purrs… Silence is, can and will be so “Fucking Golden”… Enjoy it.. as one day, it will change and you will long for the silence… It really isn’t that bad baby…. enjoy and cherish it… It shows the strength within yourself to not rely on anyone or anything but yourself and your own inner strength…
Ciao Bella…. Sarah B….
Oh my… It looks as though I can fly…
Fly Fly Fly…
I am sooo not sure when this happened, I mean… WTF… I swear last month, this was not the case… I am not even sure whose body this is anymore… In my mind I am still a size 4… in the mirror though it appears I am in a fun house and someone has added the digit number 1 in front of my 4… I repeat… WTF… 4 or 14…which is it???
I am certain last night when I went to sleep in my normal pj’s that I have worn for a few years that I was a size 4… OK..maybe I was pushing a size 6… well… maybe I am fudging abit… it may be a comfy size 8ish to 10??? Maybe, but not a 1 and 4!!! I know these pj’s are a tad bit snug around the mid driff… well… OK… maybe I have been squirming at night because they are leaving a ring around the waist line… but that is just water weight from too much salt… too much wine… and oh yeah, don’t forget the block of cheese I consumed this past week… but it was soooo good and I needed to get it out of the house so I would not eat anymore of it… I know it would be a true sin of the holy spirit who made me a 14 to throw it a way…. NO… that would have been sacrilegious… SO… I ate it all… I was saving myself…
Now as I stand in front of this mirror and as I pick up my once firm breast and position them where they should go… you know… making them pointers instead of setters with the assist of my hands underneath… I noticed something more frightening than that… causing me to drop them and hold my arms straight out to my sides and roll them in circles as we did in PE class many many decades ago… as I did this.. they swung too and fro…the undersides of my once tight taught arms… they now have grown… like my ears and nose… they continue to grow…
Now… they look like I could take off any moment… in mid-flight… so this is how it goes…as we near the time of our passing and leaving this odd place we call earth… we women are granted the gift to fly to the light above while the men are left to wait for some female to come and drag their asses to the light.. ah… I see how this aging process is going… However, thank the heavenly things above us for inventing cosmetic surgery… because I ain’t no fucking flying squirrel, bat or bird… no I am here to stay and as long as I have money…this bitch ain’t flying nowhere… but perhaps I better get rid of the cheese…wine…and so forth … now you go… you go fly away… beat it… thsi bitch is going on a liquid diet…what type I will never tell… but I am sure I will be too drunk to fly anywhere…
Ciao… bella… Sarah the flying squirrel … on her way to meet the trainer to get her ass kicked…
When Church Can Be An Unpleasant…
Ahh… I knew that would get your attention… didn’t it??? Such a hot topic to everyone and anyone that either does or does not embrace Religion… When Church becomes a “dirty” word is due to both groups that lie on opposite sides of the topic… The topic really isn’t Church per say… as it is Religion… It is the different views and interpretations by individuals as well as a lack of acceptance that others can embrace an opinion or belief system that is different from theirs… This is where the true nastiness of the topic originates from… Not Church or Religion… but mostly about the arrogance and ignorance… lack of compassion, understanding and acceptances toward others… The superiority complex they feel above others… They truly are insecure and must find acceptance in those who also share the same beliefs and insecurities… together as a group they become a flock of sheep, they draw upon the fears of their peers for strength and convictions… ahh.. all in the name of god… their god, that is…
The pure arrogance that this group feels that they or shall I say their religion can be far superior to anyone elses other than their own… is truly nothing more than pure ignorance, even more so than arrogance… though the two can often be easily confused… This group believes they are “the top dogs” in the eyes of god and speak on a regular basis to him daily… of course… I am going to assume, they refer to their god as a him… as it would be beyond their capacity to think that a book of stories rewritten over and over to conform (ahh.. how I detest that word) to each Church or Religion… One theme typically remains constant… their god… whom they spew upon the rest of us… their thoughts of the subject… is always a man… not that I personally give a shit if they follow a man or a woman… the common theme for me… is they are following something and that makes them followers… unable to think without being told… yet to have the comfort of their god to fall back on when they do step out of line with the others… they can always use the get outta jail free card above to forgive them for what they perceive to be as sins…. always living to please and ask for acceptance and forgiveness… hell honey, you might as well get a good blow job or a lickity split in the mean time… cuz god will forgive you till next week…
While I clearly do not hide my distaste in the actions of this group above. .. I do however accept openly that they can choose to believe what ever they want to, as it is their right and while I may openly trash that belief system… I do at the same time respect it… as it is their choice not mine… the group on the other side of the fence can be equally as damning… The non believers who profess that there is nothing spiritual in this world and scream that they will not participate in a Church or Religion… They wear their badge of non god as predominately as those listed above… What I must question is… Is that, this group of non believers, to me they seem at times to be as fucking ignorant and arrogant as the sheep of god above… This group, is so proud to not believe in anything that they too have become over zealous with their beliefs and must feel the need to debate the topic whenever they hear the word Church or Religion… to shove down the throat of the believers why they are far superior that the believers for following their god… Does this not make the Non Believer the same as the Believers??? Do they not belong to a special peer group??? May they be considered the “Black Sheep” of society, family or friends… but does that not also make them a pack of sheep… following a belief system… one not of religion but instead deeply rooted in the belief of non religion and the non-existence of god… are they not also spewing the same thing… just from a different platform??? Seems to me they are their own religion… Baaa…Baaa… Black Sheep…
I guess I can close this out with my own views… you have the option to not care, listen or agree… as it is the same stance I take when I hear yours… the one thing I do not want to do… is to shove my thoughts down your throat and I ask the same of you… I feel that the world is a large place… and all people “are” created equal…Sorry to burst your bubble there baby… We are all have our own vices, flaws and hiccups… it is the life experiences that make us whom we are… our minds are strong powerful tools that can make us or break us… I believe the world needs sheep and both types ….in addition, the world needs free thinkers whom are able to make choices of their own minds… you can not escape the impact of religion no matter where you look… I believe everyone has the right to believe what they want, to be who they are, want to be and can be and should not let religion or others stop them from being who they truly should be… you should not pass judgment on those who are different or have different beliefs… If we all followed the same flock of crap… what a boring world this would be… Those are SarahsViews on Church… it is a dirty word… and while I enjoy making fun of life… and what I see… I do think… we need all types in this world to make it work… and beside…if we didn’t, where the hell would I get my topics from… You kittens???
Ciao Bella… a non PC Sarah B…
Interesting Quotes And Their True Meanings…
Aspire to be Barbie – the bitch has everything… Sarah says… boy does that bitch really does have everything, come on sister.. she’s got a play house, a Barbie mobile and best of all a Ken dude that is made of plastic and hard, that she controls… and wow… I guess she does have everything, except batteries to keep Ken going…
I married Miss Right. I just didn’t know her first name was Always… Sarah says… Oh Baby cakes… Really, you didn’t know her first name was Ms.. not Miss Always… cuz now your ass is married and that makes your first name… Yes Dear…
Maybe this world is another planet’s hell… Sarah say… Uh, really? Do you think… what was your first clue??? Your day at the office???
Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company… Sarah says… well where do you wanna be… in the sunshine with you know… those types… or in the heat with your friends, sipping cocktails by the pool…watching the pool boy… who you know… screwed up too and ended up here servicing you… tough choice… but I a prone to the heat…
Why should we take advice on sex from the Pope? If he knows anything about it, he shouldn’t! Sarah says… well she doesn’t want to step on toes… but come on… does it get any clearer that statement… and who is the Pope and exactly what does he does for a living… not quite sure on that and why has he never had sex???
When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realized that the Lord doesn’t work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me… Sarah says… LOL.. the true definition of religion… better to ask for forgiveness than permission…
A man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished. Sarah says… And your point??
He is a self-made man and worships his creator… Sarah says.. Hey dude.. why does it need to be all about man and his creator… you self righteous bastard… don’t you know we made you… or I guess the correct term is own you…
When life gets you down – just put on your big girl panties and deal with it. Sarah says… put em on sister, you lame whiny ass bitches are giving the rest of us a bad name, so shut, buck up and do the job like the rest of us…
A compromise is an agreement whereby both parties get what neither of them wanted. Did Sarah here the words I do in this statement???
I usually lump organized religion, organized labor, and organized crime together. The Mafia gets points for having the best restaurants… Sarah says, Italian food is the best she has ever had… yum yum…
The National Rifle Association says, ‘Guns don’t kill people. People do’. But I think the gun helps. Sarah says… no comment because common sense and not politics tells you this is a true statement and leave it at that… because one thing Sarah has learned… is common sense really doesn’t matter…
Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt. Sarah says… WTF… have you been listening to my phone calls lately???
A good listener is usually thinking about something else. Sarah says… What???
Today is the last day of some of your life. Sarah says… Wow… Really, that is the best you can come up with… dumb ass…
Ciao Bella… bite me… Sarah…
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