A little white car passed in front of me with a license plate that took me awhile to decipher. After a couple of minutes of mouthing the letters slowly, my brain finally realized what the message meant. I smiled and thought of preferring heaven over hell anytime. While in my car, I knew this would make another masterpiece in blog.
Although the traffic was slow as usual around 08:22AM and on my way to work along northbound Highway 101, I came to believe that this little sign of hope crossed my path to prod me onward with only good thoughts and positive attitudes. The partially cloudy morning did indicate that I have better work on making today another smooth one.
Upon arrival at work at 08:35AM, there were little donuts and bagels leftover. Usually there should be more remaining around 09:00AM but at least I’ve gotten a half portion of dry donuts, which I will wash down with the brown coffee of yuck later on from work. This should start the day out fine with some sweets.
I sat down at my cubicle; immediately whipped out my passwords and logged online to process my credit card payments, which are all close to being maxed out. I have a total of six credit cards that I hope to one day bring down to zero balance and close out altogether. Living on credit is no fun and dwelling on cash is only an illusion.
Hoping for lots of money is hell when there is none to be found. Experiencing anger and betrayal continues to challenge any prospective recipient of any good deal. The feeling could be similar to a practical joke I saw on television where people thought they won the lottery on fake numbers given by family members.
Living without lots of money is hell after wealth has been enjoyed. Personally, if I worked hard to earn my place in society and suddenly fell off the ladder of success, I would feel very depressed and perhaps quite vengeful. I do not know anyone who would expect death as the next means to salvation of soul or peace of mind.
Today, my little piece of heaven was feeling the euphoric buzz from drinking the US5.95 note worth of a tall frosty sized mug of margarita with salt and lime, which I did not squeeze into my beverage for extra flavor. For lunch, my co-workers and I walked a few blocks at a Mexican restaurant where I had my fill of the chicken wrap for around US8.95 notes.
The day once again was filled with high hopes, cool breezes, clear blue skies and good company. Walking on ugly, yet comfortable low heel shoes of fake leather, black color has made my brief trips between the restaurant and the twelve story building tolerable. There were nice flowering bushes that lined the side walks and very small orange blossoms from low ground covers of which I wanted to take pictures.
Heaven is further expanded when I got a chance to chat with a new twenty year old, Yahoo! Member, who happens to play guitar. I do not understand why people mostly of Middle Eastern or South Asian Indian descent and younger lads ten years or more my junior would want to chat with me. My astrological reports indicated my future mate, if any, is an older guy by the way.
Maybe it’s my black hair or my aura that attracts certain would be perpetrators. I do not consider any Yahoo! chatters my general public but rather curious strangers in need to connect with potential friends, like me. I love chatting and the fact that this service is available allows me to further practice my writing skills.
I was feeling good from the alcohol and that reflected on my chatting messages, which I could archive and retrieve later on for documentation during my down times. According to this member, my personality was shown as humorous, outgoing and more positive. This is who I am deep inside without the need for alcohol, which would have allowed him to take advantage of me.
Since my ego, like my already big head, is larger than life, I tend burn the candle at both ends and leave people to their own devices. Later I started to show no interest with this guy who, like most Yahoo! chatters, is out for only one thing. If they wanted to really get to know me, my Yahoo! 360 blogs are available for viewing and e-mailing is another option to track these members.
Heaven is nice weather and nice people. Hell is evil money driven by bad people. If I were to choose between heaven and hell, I’d be a happy woman among people who could enjoy life with all its natural simplicity without depending on money, alcohol or other sinful experiences to further degrade the human souls.
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