Guess what children?
Most evenings, I am doing NOTHING.
If you are doing the same, let us make some plans.

:-p

When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

For one moment that, to use a cliche, seemed suspended in time (think slow motion), I did look into my father's eyes. Startling sky blue eyes. The emotion in them is hard to decipher. But there they were, staring deep within my own ( Read more... )

And I'm only sinking lower.

Father of mine
Tell me where did you go
You had the world inside your hand
But you did not seem to know
Father of mine
Tell me what do you see
When you look back at your wasted life
And you don’t see me

I will never be safe
I will never be sane
I will always be weird inside
I will always be lame
Always ( Read more... )

Summer thus far...
Highlights:
Having time to read.
Gerard buying me a claddagh ring.
Air conditioning.
Seeing old friends.

Low points:
Restless nights on a shitty mattress
Cleaning the house and watching it get disgusting again
Not having money
Cranky people
Humidity

I don't think any piece of clothing I own fits me. Too big, too small, too short, too long ( Read more... )

I'm home ( Read more... )

I'll be home Saturday.

Yeah-ha

I have ( Read more... )

Wednesday: Classes and various academic work up until dinner time. Staff meeting/dinner with next years staff. Staff meeting with current staff. Britta spending the night ( Read more... )

Life is weird.

Candace is not taking questions about her personal life until she deems time.

Capeche?