Home, where my thoughts are 'scaping ( Read more... )

Once again, I spent my full requisite 12 hours in the library yesterday. I went home at midnight and dropped all of my things where they lie and crawled into bed. Greg called and we chatted about how we thought we might do on tax. During the phone conversation, I noticed a spider on the window blinds right over my bed. NOT okay. I have a ( Read more... )

Yeah, ever have one of those moments where you walk into the men's room, look around and wonder: "When did they switch the women's restroom all around on this floor?" Ohhhhh.... wait...

TEARS FOR FEARS FIXES EVERYTHING!!!!

Even though the anger might feel better than the vague and slightly ambiguous frustration that is left over, it's good to know that it's unnecessary, or at least inappropriate. Possibly slightly unfair.

There's a reassuring comfort in grazing your fingertips over the spines of leather-bound books all gathered together sitting in the library waiting quietly for someone to open them. They're so full of knowledge, it makes you think that someone, somewhere at least knows something.

I'm discovering that having spent so much time worrying about making other people happy, I forgot to make me happy. I forgot that I'm pretty good at it. It's weird, how I lost it, just that feeling of being comfortable in your....self? I almost said 'skin' but it's not that. Just liking what you're doing and liking your own company is something ( Read more... )

I was looking in the mirror tonite before I jumped in the shower and I noticed a few more faical blemishes, to my constant dismay. Remembering that this is the week before my period, my exhausted mind tried to come up with the name that that is more commonly known by. My thoughts were as follows ( Read more... )

I woke up, still missing New Orleans. It's a half-lidded, slouchy, sticky-backed city, with nothing but a good time on its mind and not a penny in its pockets. It's quick-and-dirty in the back alley, neither person caring if the other gets off, just wanting to feel the fucking, even if, or maybe because its for money. It makes you spit and it ( Read more... )

Had the best night. Went to see "Take the Lead," yes, I'm admitting it. We thought about going in headscarves and sunglasses, but we decided to go with our heads held high. Long and short of the story, we felt like dancing after we left at midnight, so we changed our shoes and went to the Kells. We drove Andrea's car. We danced like fools, ( Read more... )