Maybe this is selfish of me, but I hate having a magical moment and somebody interrupts it for a very silly and useless reason ( Read more... )

Happy New Year. As the champagne settles in my stomach, the bubbles half and hour gone from my throat, I feel a happy, sort of content feeling wash over me. As I walked out of the party, bagpipes were playing, there were fireworks and I could hear party whistles blowing. One hundred yards away, floating towards the sky, there was a kite attached to ( Read more... )

Not much to say except life has improved since yesterday. I decided that much of my unhappiness was self-inflicted, so if I could do away with the self-inflicted stuff then I could get on with my life and be happy and only stress over the outwardly inflicted stuff ( Read more... )

... but my room smells like one of those hippie shops where you know they smoke pot. It's the weirdest thing, but since I do not personally smoke pot nor let anyone who I know smokes it on a regular basis in my room, it's sort of baffling to me. I guess, with the addition of all my aromatherapy stuff... You know, rosemary, oregano, lavender, ( Read more... )

AIDS - I mean, with all this publicity around Rent, you'd think there would be more we could do. Go to that website, stare into the big, yellowed eyes of those children, and tell me that we are doing enough. Download "Don't Give Up Africa" on itunes. It's so depressing, disgusting. This vicious cycle. Women are raped flippantly throughout Africa. ( Read more... )

I miss my parents, a lot. They are both gone for the night, and dinner was atrocious and I have nobody, you know, older and wiser (ahh... memories of Sound of Music) to talk to about my issues ( Read more... )

Dear All ( Read more... )

I've been writing like mad the last few days, trying to finish my nanowrimo novel (www.nanowrimo.com) before the vacation is over. I've been writing to the point where my fingers hurt. But oh well, I'm still 16,000 words short. I can do it. I can do it ( Read more... )

Sometimes, it's almost better to not open up to people and be an uncloseted person. For those people who know me well, or even at all, they know that I'm an unusually public person, not much is kept quiet, and I usually go through things with somewhat of a smile on my face. But honestly, when people know all your little passions and hopes and ( Read more... )

It is one of my pet peeves when people write me off as a ditzy blonde girl, just another barbie doll, just another slut/whore/bitch, just another self-righteous misguided psuedo-feminist, just another person. Though I myself am not absolved of this sin either, today it occurred to me that truly it is a grievous error to underestimate any one person ( Read more... )