Wow. I haven't updated this thing in forever. There really isn't TOO incredibly much to tell. The job is good. I'm moving into my own apartment on monday. I'm in love. I'm in love. *smiles*

When I was a small child, everything was an adventure. Some days I was a princess. Some days I was a doctor. Some days I was a tiny little fairy. Now...well now, I wake up every morning and I'm just myself. Everyone is so serious all the time. And if they aren't serious, they're being sarcastic. I'm sick of sarcasm. Sarcasm is just a way of saying ( Read more... )

If I saw a portrait of myself, would I analyze it the way I analyze my face everytime I look in the mirror? Would I stare into my own eyes and try to discover the essense of me? Would I be able to know right away, as if I were looking at a different person? Would I be able to look...without thinking...without bringing anyone else into the picture? ( Read more... )

All the world is muffled through my cotton balled ears. I can hear what you're saying but it seems like it's whispered and anyway, I don't really care. I feel cut off from you somehow. I'm alone in my head with thoughts that seem to be endlessly amplified. I'm getting to know myself better today. I did it for silence but there's no silence to speak ( Read more... )

I hear your voice, then someone else's. The recorded voice telling me how to deal with my messages. "To erase this message, press seven. To save it, press nine." I press seven without even giving it a thought. Afterwords, I wish I'd pressed nine. I want to hear your voice again. But that's me for you. My favorite number is seven and don't you dare ( Read more... )

I think I could love you. And I know you could love me. Just open your eyes.

I fall out of bed every morning and stumble into my bathroom. As I shower, I analyze the dream I had of you the night before. I breathe in the smell of my new soap as it mixes with the steam rising from the constant stream of water and it occurs to me that I can't remember the way you smell. I only remember the way you smell in my dreams. I get ( Read more... )

You're all I dream about these days.

I was driving down ghetto road this morning going about fifty. There was a truck in front of me going about 60. This little squirrel ran into the road and stopped short by like an inch maybe of getting hit by the truck. Then, of course, it ran out in front of me. I slammed on my brakes and the person in back of me slammed on their brakes. I stopped ( Read more... )

I'm at work right now but I have a few seconds before the copy machine/scanner is free so I figured I'd update. I work at this law firm now and I like it. I also work at Carinos and I hate it. Bleh. I want icecream. -B