I sat under her Wisteria tree looking up at the purple flowers in the sunshine. It smelled sweet compared to her house. My young friend was no where near today and neither was her Great-Granddaughter ( Read more... )

She reeked of old. Some combination of strange unfamiliar smells filled her entire home. Today she lay covered in blankets on a couch in her Den. I didn't wanna visit. I wanted to play outside under her blooming Wisteria tree. My Grandmother insisted I go see her for she had been ill. Her daughter had left the door to her home unlock and told ( Read more... )

The Cop figured the Intruder out. I understand that now. "Adults" aren't all tied to some massive conspiracy to destroy Lovers and invoke some 1950's Stepford Hell on anyone under 25. I understand that now ( Read more... )

He rang the doorbell a 2nd time ( Read more... )

In bed with a heating pad taking more pain pills. Being stabbed with a "stake" has longterm consequences ( Read more... )

My public content on Live Journal has been altered since around 2010. The private stuff stays unaltered or did. I've had the same trouble on another blog site. Lost an experiential personal story on that site completely. It was pretty well written ( Read more... )

In the mirror my face has fine lines around the eyes, I didn't moisturize today. Today my eyes look like mine, sometimes they look like his to me. I see so many brown eyes I have to double check that mine are still blue-green. Army green and sapphire blue usually. A brown dot in one eye is the solitary daily reminder of that day. I can tell my ( Read more... )

Anyway, I think...I made it up just now. But, It sounds like something that one goth friend of his would say. Goth did not actually exist back then. But he always came up with Goth excursions to distract our friends from tedious sameness ( Read more... )

Size 4...yikes...my bathing suit is not a bikini. A strategic sarong hides less than perfect thighs. More importantly it hides an odd bruise on one thigh that never goes away. I don't know where it came from. It looks like fingerprints ( Read more... )

My Legs are not shaved but my manicure looks nice. Mom used to tell me my hands were like my Daddy's, long thin smooth with deep nail beds. I gave up trying to play the Harp. I could never cut my nails short enough to keep from breaking strings without hurting. Mom wanted me to do hand modeling. My nails are long today, simply painted skintone ( Read more... )