Mood swings, indeed

She doesn't get in a bad mood she gets in foul, cloying, sludgey, sticky ooze of a mood. It's like a cloud of gray slips over her and every word, gesture, off-hand comment is made toxic. All the world is sneering at her flaws of which every one is exposed and raw. She feels naked, submerged in the foulness of life and nothing is redeeming. This is her mood.

End-of-life story

Funeral planning - macabre, yes but not as sad as a funeral that would sicken the deceased. So I'm being proactive. Here's info in the unfortunate case of my untimely death:

Humanist Celebrants conduct Humanist, nonreligious, and interreligious weddings, commitment/same-sex unions, memorials, baby namings, and other life cycle ceremonies. Below is a list of practitioners.
http://www.humanist-society.org/celebrants/celebrant.html#Texas

I am an organ donor as stated on my drivers license.

Here's something you should say about me: She was funny and artistic, astonishingly well read, and had a vivid and charming imagination. She loved nature and wild animals and her pets.

Plato: "Formerly you shone among the living like the star of dawn. Now, dead, you shine like the evening star among the departed."

Jackson Brown's "These Days" is one of my favorites.

I'd like my great love with Jared to be acknowledged as my greatest accomplishment. but I'd also like to list here some of my adventures:
soloed in a cessna
played steel drum
krav maga
saw machu picchu
lived in Mexico
forged spiritual path
helped a million memoirists ;)
learned massage
did ballet
Scuba dived