How to make life better-ish.

Maintain good posture with your feet pointing forward, this will give the illusion of balance and inner well being
Shower before going out the fresher you smell and look makes you appear clean, tidy and seem as if you have the power to get up in the morning-y hours (wet curls are always a head turner)
Be shy and be nice
Always remember to put on your best fake smile and welcome everyone to your home
If your going to someone else's house ring the doorbell only after the 4 stroke knock
Always put the make-up on right...that means mascara and and eyeliner applied lightly
 Go for the natural look put a gold or tan blush on the cheekbones. (this makes it seem like you give a $***)
Life is always better with lemon smelling a fresh lemon during dark hours lifts you up and energizes as well
Keep your attire loose but not stingy or depressing
Put a clear coat on your nails and most importantly
RELAX! A little meditation will calm you down and bring peace to those in your inner circle ;)
Follow these rules and it will seem like life isn't always ONCE UPON A NIGHTMARE!

The Edge of the Bridge

The bridge is long, cold and drafty. It is dead in the midst of the night and alive at the break of day. It calls to me in a breeze like voice, taunting me "You won't stay , you won't jump. Why won't you jump,  jumping is good. YOU MUST JUMP!" I want ever so badly to obey the voice, the one that fills my head all day with wonderful, wonderful thoughts of the bridge. The bridge has a red wooden roof in the shape of a half octagon. The planks beneath my feet squeak and the voice begins again. I can see the willow tree on the bank ahead, but the bridge doesn't extend that far it stops a mere three feet short. If I jump I fall to my death. Below is a deep, bubbling brook with purple and gray rocks. It's a hard decision to make, one that won't be decided for me. I spread my arms apart like a dove does in a magicians hands, but this won't be magic of any sort. Quite desolate if I might say, possibly saddening to the happy ones. I took a step forward and bowed my head in slight disgrace. I took one deep breath and let all of the word collapse around me as I became a puppet forced to jump in to the liquid death of the brook. Life must end one way or another and that was the perfect way. I now lay under the willow tree I worked so hard to get to. And it's all ONCE UPON A NIGHTMARE!

It can, and will, happen to everyone, but me!

In the perfect world YOU live in it's black or white. Hot or cold. Up or down and even left or right. In MY world there's gray, lukewarm, halfway and straight. You were popped out of your mother on a fairly nice day like ALL the others, bundled up and sent a way to a quaint little nursery down the hall. Your mother happily took time to rest before SHE was whisked away to see YOU, the perfect end to the BEST day ever. Years later I was born to say the MOST. They hastily wrapped me up and trudged away pure hatrid in there eyes while I lay unaware of the horribly COLD and HEARTLESS life awaiting me when I left those hospital doors. Oh, and did I mention I was Aryan... even Hitler would have loved me! I'll get to the point now. NO more than five years later had MY life been turned upside down! MY father was gone, MY mother was headed for rehab and I was off to "Nana's". I was nor excited  nor unhappy, but at least the "I hate you's" and the "You were the worst thing that ever happened to me's" would stop! I thought! If MY life were a cloud it would be a rain cloud if YOUR life were a cloud it would be white and fluffy! Life is AMAZING-ly suckish! It ISN'T the petty life YOU may live it's actually quite a smack in the face! A wake-up call, a splash of cold water during a wonderful dream! Actually it's ONCE UPON A NIGHTMARE!