I refuse to remember the dead.
And the dead are bored with the whole thing.
But you - you go ahead,
go on, go on back down
into the graveyard,
lie down where you think their faces are;
talk back to your old bad dreams.

-Anne Sexton

Well, life just changed. Funny how that happens. lmj and I were a little miserable in our small apartment (1 bedroom, one other room, bathroom, no kitchen really) without a lockable door with the homeowner who gouges us for rent in a town where we really cannot afford more so felt stuck across the street from the crazy kid who stole from us. ( Read more... )

I am shocked to find that I am having a hard time articulating how I feel about this ( Read more... )

So, blah blah blah piece of crap neighbor kid etc etc -remember all that ( Read more... )

perhaps tomorrow I will win the lotto. Even the 10,000 prize would be ok with me.

Last time I visited my dad he was telling me how he and my step-mom are looking into Reiki and energy work. He said, "you know Reiki?" And I do because I am a lesbian who has had a fair bit of exposure to crunchy types ( Read more... )

I just needed to share that I have no idea how I have managed to not notice that there is a bear bar right across the alley way from my office. Then today I saw it. It was like it had always been there but today it decided to reveal itself to me.

Neighbor kid stole my hard drive.

Hard drive still missing but my files (All of them??) were discovered on a computer in his house (his computer?) Just found out right now. They have not been restored to me yet.

Since I learned that the piss ant I wanted to throttle is not 15 or 16 as I thought and therefore capable of knowing better but 13.

now it just goes back to being sad.