Good lord, it has been a time.

I would like you remaining readers to take a moment and remember the existence of our friend Morney, aka opheliablue. NO SHE IS NOT DEAD. She is just sleeping. Someday she will come back and give us more poetry ( Read more... )

It grabs me by the guts sometimes. I just don't want to know all of it. It seizes my guts, anchors the ugly parts of me and who ever can write when there's someone behind you knowing all of your ugliness? I can barely write when my ugliness comes of age, is literal, is thoughtful; is not considered. I don't know how any of it goes. Wish I ( Read more... )

Goddamn it all. Got horrendously lost in Somerville tonight. Hate rotaries, hate stoplights, hate anyone driving behind me, even the damn pope. When I arrived at the bar, everyone was drunk without me, the louts, and it took a good eight minutes to get a waitresses attention before I could get my gin. My god, it was an ordeal. Can't decide ( Read more... )

Life and life and life too much again. I'm back from summer holidays off the coast of Maine; Kayo's traveling until after Thanksgiving, so the children and I will have to have that big turkey all to ourselves or else nothing; Elizabeth is in Brazil with Lota and Robert; and He is gone. I sit here, not knowing anything. Linda comes into the room ( Read more... )

Whatever, world. I am so tired of you. The other day, I was walking to the hardware/pharmacy/general store, which is where I sometimes pick up my new pool boys, and it was SO EMPTY that I simply didn't know what to do with the space. It was almost embarrassing, to be so gorgeously dressed up in my finest whites and arrive to an empty house. Oh ( Read more... )

Jesus fuck, I've been busy lately.

Linda, of course, wanted to go sledding yesterday. I tried to tell her that there was no snow, but that was no distraction. You try convincing an 11-year old not to fall down a hill! The child cannot be deterred. I helped her put on that ridiculous pink down jumpsuit she insisted on buying at Wanamaker's ( Read more... )

Christ, where has the time gone?

No one has been worshipping me lately. At least, not vocally. I have a problem with that.

As for me, I've been vacationing in St. Tropez, smoking Salems, and forgetting about you losers in the endless abdominal blur of the friendly local cabana boys. And yes, I will need another gin tonic ( Read more... )

Ahh, it's been a long week... year... decade, hasn't it? Dame Sexton needs a cocktail and a backrub ( Read more... )

My lover returned to his wife.

What to do?

Nothing to do.

No one to do.

I am bereft.

-AGHS

It has recently come to my attention that I am a BITCH. I make really mean comments in people's livejournals, and I drop cigarette ash on their manuscripts "by accident," and sometimes I feed my children Spam. (Has that been invented yet?) But do you want to know the truth? I don't care. Maybe I am a bitch. But look at me -- I won the ( Read more... )