I'm back at Whispering Oaks this week. I don't like it much here. It's a deal warmer than at Winacka and much less, well, campy I guess. The cabins have four walls and sealed doors and electricity. The food here is terrible. Tofu last night tasted like a block of pure salt. I'm starting to get really restless for school to start, get my computer, ( Read more... )

( Beach Day )

( voila )

Sleep well and godspeed.


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I'm leaving for Denver tomorrow. I would be happy to get nice text messages and such while I'm there ( Read more... )

After some deliberation the last few days, some calm rational thought, I've decided some things ( Read more... )

My mother speaks money. She vomits silvery coins and dry, cracked green bills out of her mouth. Greg is likely to lose his job next month. He's sixty-three years old with no retirement fund. I hear "moving" and "Cuyamaca" and "loans" and suddenly all my problems seem so petty and juvenile and insignificant. So I go to community college for a year? ( Read more... )

I'm waiting for a tow truck right now because I don't know how to change a flat tire. I feel slightly incompetent.

Last night I wrote a character reference for my co-worker who is being accused of sexual harassment from our spiteful supervisor who was just fired. It makes me so ( angry. )

When I'm in the backseat of a car, surropunded by people I know and love, I stop myself from it. When I'm driving with a person I lvoe, I stop myself from it. When I'm on my own, I still stop myself from it. Why the fuck would i do that?

My ear infection has prompted antibiotics and painkillers for ten days. Drinking is out. Smoking, I learned this morning, is out. Healthy diet is in. Sleep is in. I guess I'm going to try it out this next week. An experiment, maybe. See how well I can flourish without toxins. And maybe it'll continue. Who knows ( Read more... )