I like my house. I like that it used to be new for my younger parents, with new carpet and new paint and new piping and new possibilities, too, if you want to get figurative. And more than that, more than the fact that I was conceived (ick) in this room, more than my parents, I like that this house has stood for longer than they have. Before my ( Read more... )

I find that I've been drawing a lot of roots lately. I don't know why.

Never fall asleep.

I've heard a lot of talking, but I've still got nothing to say. I think I just need.....

a warm, soft cup of tea.
with two spoonfuls of sense, please.

I am happy that my father is not dead.

I like the minutes of melody, when the buildings turn into choir boys and all the trees begin to dance...the sunny bus rides that cruise over a labrynth I'll never be able to tackle show me three little birds on a matching course.They weaved their way through pink baby clouds that look like smudges on the muggy blue. I lost the birds to a black ( Read more... )

There used to be talk of light, smiles, trees, waves, serpants and smoke and birds and angels and orchestras and pink clouds and an orange horizon. I'd see it all out of my dirty bedroom window.

Then I got curtains.

So sitting around all day saturday slaughtered too much of my time, which isn't always bad except when you have the equivalent of a 400 pound angry, slobbering man in the form of homework. Despite Mikki's house o' wonders and the amusing people within it, there were a lot of other things to be done than waiting and waiting and fuming and waiting. I ( Read more... )

I look forward to the upcoming literary deathes of my favorite childhood characters.

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other than that, it's all still 'n shallow.

My mother and father went away to stay away in Las Vegas.

When they came home, my mom told me she had won a thousand dollars and gave me a bar of chocolate.

That peice of candy had flecks of gold. Despite it's obscenely tacky nature, I ate it. Yay for candy.