I rise and sashay around the apartment fixing drinks, flicking my eyes to your books and records, listening to you offer them as drunk presents which I don't accept. Later on you'll walk me down to the street to where my car is parked, freshly spattered by a storm not unlike that which drove me up the stairs and into your hall. It's not romantic, ( Read more... )

It's now official: I am going to die in my car.

I came back to be home again, finding everything different, it had not been my home and I had no place to live, and no means of independence. It took me a week, though it may have been two, to recognize myself ( Read more... )

Thoughts constantly barrage my mind, crippling my ability to create concise ideas as to how to best pass them out of my brain and into a world mutually known ( Read more... )

I seem to have frequently left the worse for what I'd hoped would be better ( Read more... )

I briefly dated a boy who'd been raised Jehovah Witness, till he got DFed for smoking pot and holding hands with an outsider. Our relationship initially kicked off with a three hour hike through the hills, where, high as kites, we recanted childhood memories while jumping fences and throwing rocks. Midway through the telling of my Skateland party ( Read more... )

Sometimes I am afraid to ask certain things for fear of the answer, or lack of ...there are certain questions that have a way of building up and growing until they touch even the smallest corners of your life.

"Yeah. I know what you mean about wishing somebody wasn't there, though. It's just usually it's myself that I wish I could get away from. Seriously, think about this. I have never been anywhere that I haven't been. I've never had a kiss when I wasn't one of the kissers. You know, I've never, um, gone to the movies, when I wasn't there in the ( Read more... )

Today I felt incredibly sad. I wore a long face all throughout work, though I'm beginning grasp the fact that patients much rather prefer a sad looking/silent clerk to ( Read more... )

I'm doing well, smoking much too much, as always. My clothes are growing big on me, which of course is okay. I'm built to be small, not skinny ( Read more... )