I know that I have finally made a home.
How?
My beef chart is hung. three years later.

A public malady, a drunken and vexing affair; something's happening: there's a martyr in your voice. Hush, suffering's endemic to existing, love, obsolete for its ubiquity. Know anguish is a choice. We could sit here all night, reciting the same stories: we are both interred in guilt, unskilled and unloved, as rare as the rest--all the world ( Read more... )

You do not know how heavy you tread ( Read more... )

I just inadvertently went to coffee with kinky cookie dough.

Beloved Folly ( Read more... )

back to remedy number one:

to be callous.

hah.

Jeremy and I are history ( Read more... )

More emails to my sister, this time I'm drunk-messaging.

At 1:30A this morning:

"T..HEY YOU ( Read more... )

I have holed myself in my apartment alone for three days compulsively eating and watching TV on my computer.

This is unhealthy. Gotta change that.

There are few moments in a life like mine when one might realize what is simple and good that is among those items already possessed ( Read more... )