| I'm with ben, he's my boyfriend, I think we both know we won't last. Knowing that we don't work well living together is the real dinger... It's just that he feels like I'm the only one he can trust. He's respecting boundaries. He moved out and is living in his mom's office. He wants to get education either from Redwood, M-A, or Night School. We're both special to one another and we're doing spectacular together. He feels safer with me than blindly out in the world fucking anyone who let's him live in their home.
I have no real problem with it but he take a majority of my time which I'd like to spend with other people too.
My room is remaining neat and clean, everything has a place and is being kept there. The asshole below me is sensitive to every itty bitty noise that comes through the floor boards, he almost got me evicted when I was trying to clean one night, he happened to have insomnia and blamed me, he also just moved in on the 15th of October. I talked to the land lord, I wrote him a letter, ended up meeting him and everything is peachy keen now... as long as I get to my bed without making a peep at night. If he complains during the day, I don't give a flying fuck. There is no ordinance during the day so he can't do shit. All I do is walk around and clean my shit, the closet opens, closes, drawers open, close, I kneel down and hit the floor with my knee. It's the afternoon, he bangs on his ceiling, I'm not playing obnoxiously loud music, the landlord is on my side, this guy is a nut. I'm trying to live, he's being the anal prick.
I'm getting more into my religion, I want to join a synagogue. There are two in Palo Alto, about twenty percent of Palo Alto is Jewish, you'll see orthodox jews, in all black, walking around every Friday in some nieghborhoods. One of the first things I want to do is get a Birkat HaBayit:
Birchat Ha'Bayit Be'zeh ha'shaar lo ya'voh tzaar Be'zot ha'deerah lo ta'voh tzarrah Be'zot ha'delet lo ta'voh ba'halah Be'zot ha'machlaka lo tavoh machloket Be'zeh ha'makom te'hee bracha v'shalom It's a specific prayer, and the casing it is in hangs diagonally on the side of the entrance. It blesses the home, my dad has one and this is the translation in english:
Blessing for the Home, Let no sadness come through this gate, Let no trouble come to this dwelling, Let no fear come through this door, Let no conflict be in this place, Let this home be filled with the blessing of joy, and peace.
If not a blessing from god, it is blessing none the less.
I also want to learn basic prayers for everyday tasks, there is one for traveling that I want to learn before I go to detroit for my brother's graduation. Who knows, I could become a rabbi.
Ciao, danny |