And it was all just smoke in the air after all.

As a child he was a painter.

And he never grew up.

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I watched all my friends get shacked up in secure and promising relationships. Relationships that took them on vacations and gave them a sense of security and stability.

Then I met him and it looked like for once-just once-I was going to score a lucky break. Call it selfish. Call it naive. Call it whatever you want. For a short period, I felt like  ( Read more... )

I'm a pretty good writer.

(That's pretty hard for me to say.)

I have some very serious mental capabilities and a knack for explaining difficult concepts in an easy and accessible way.

(That's pretty hard for me to say, too.)

Aesthetics don't impress me much.  I don't care about the words you use or how you say it. I want to know what it is you're ( Read more... )

Sometimes the blogosphere is not very exciting. Currently, Madonna's homeless brother is making the rounds, complete with the added noises of "What a bitch [Madonna] is for leaving her brother homeless!" "There's no excuse not to help out a family member." "Family is forever."

While I appreciate these sentiments, we need to get real. The comments ( Read more... )

In 10th grade, my friend Aleks and I were partners in one of those genetics projects where you have to give birth to a child. That came out sloppy. Let me try again.

In 10th grade, Aleks and I partnered up for a project about genetics that had us creating physical characteristics of a child using Punnett squares.  We then had to come up with a story ( Read more... )

I got home from the VA about an hour ago. There was a brief argument that had me throwing a bottle of shaving lotion against the wall in a fit of anger and frustration.  This is kind of out of character.

I'm not a fan of throwing things.  Violence against inanimate objects lost its appeal for me quite a while ago.

When I was 16 years old, I took my ( Read more... )

I find it pretty funny I got my LJ name from

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I figured out a way to get my account back and I have no idea what to do with it ( Read more... )

I met someone when I was drunk one night.
A few weeks later
He says
You are amazing.

And I laugh
His hand on my shoulder
His face closer
"You are amazing," he says again.
And I laugh. I think

He opens all the doors for me
walks on the street side.
Drives an hour and a half to see me. Shows me off to his garage buddy friends.

He whispers: you are amazing
While ( Read more... )