Three Things About Me

one Learn to be quiet as much as you speak and find the balance between the two. Write and think and literally bite the very end of your perfect little baby tongue before you say something. You don't need to speak every single time. Nobody wants to hear your stories or see your scars, they mostly only wanna share theirs. Either buy into this or suffer a lifetime of unmet expectations and all kinds of disappointment. Learn to write well; Nobody stops you when you're writing. (Unless you're a caretaker, then you'll just have to work this out.)

two Know, just know that there are a whole bunch of people who will mistake your kindness for flirting - IF you're a girl. IF you're a boy: Just please know, for the love of all things holy, that some girls were just raised to be polite and when they laugh at your lame stories or like the things that you post, they don't necessarily want to sleep with you. We live in an American world where a whole bunch of tolerance and compassion is mistaken for Lust. It's a cool thing when we can just love each other and not feel threatened or vulnerable.

three Keep your important stuff (ie; Shit) together and in an easily-found place. There is a reasonable chance you won't make it to your end as planned and somebody else is going to have to come in with a Clean-Up and Remembery crew. Make sure they don't find anything you don't want found and that they're able to make well-informed decisions about your legacy. When you are finally more than 40 years old, you will need a POA, a DNR, a Playlist, a Legacy contact and Best Photos with an accurate Obit outline. I also recommend donating your body to the nearest college with a medical school so they can get smarter and do a little science. 

moemasters (C) 2016

Three Things I Did Not Know Yesterday

Hey Babies. 

I know it's been a hot-minute since I dropped by. I was working some stuff out and logistics got in the way and I broke another bone while saving some unicorns from a Rice Crispy factory guarded by Jesuit Priests..... I know you know what I'm talkin'bout.

As luck would have it, tonight I am all spooned into a backyard full of birds and bunnies and Smoking Hot connectivity, so I get to be all wise again. 

Lucky you.

Imma gonna try to break these three things down as softly as I can, and not be that pasty old white ganstah lady in a tattered plaid flannel robe, standing at the edge of a perfectly coiffed lawn, with a rolled up newspaper in my hands, screaming "YOU kids get OFFA my LAWN!!!" And, I still gotta tell you these three things.

It'll only take a sec.

one Anybody who needs to tell you how many degrees they have or what religion they drink  ... Anybody who points out the ethnicity or origins of their tribe or spends time telling you that they are in any way better than and different from you is only broken and insecure. Look up the meaning of insecure in your book... we don't have time to discuss it. It's not their fault but you mustn't stare into it or ever forget how similar we all are. We all just need water and air and love. 

two IF you love somebody, love them quietly and with out all the fanfare. They will know it by your actions and not your words. Speak less - Listen more. Nobody really loves an overachiever. Live your life large and speak about it to nobody.

three Burn bright and lay low. Find your balance and take care of yourself. Only give away as much as you know you can afford to keep. Rest up.

moemasters 2016