Who Should Paint You: Pablo Picasso
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for years, i've been in a nonrelationship--which, i suppose, confuses the heck out of the people around me.

don't you want something more?  a friend once asked.

do i?  in my loneliest moments, yes; then i pinch myself and i'm back to my cynical self.

i'm surprised things even lasted as long as they did...i'm surprised he put up with me.  maybe he did ( Read more... )

i used to read to escape.

now, i just go online.

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i'm still catching my breath.

it seems unbelievable that i coursed through the negros island in a week, but i did.  kulang...as in.  i could have spent a month there and it still would not have been enough.  i'm trying to sort out everything in my brain, to find the words that could fully express what this trip meant to me, but i' ( Read more... )

another notch on the calendar and i feel so old, only it's not my birthday.  it's my godson eric who's celebrating, and he just turned sixteen.

sigh.

it seemed like only yesterday when we hurried to the nursery, eager to see the newest addition to our family.  there he was, all pale and pudgy.  i wanted to scoop him up and kiss his chubby cheeks.

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if you've been wondering why i'm updating my journal in my kitchen, well, my computer's here.  i've my study desk a few feet away from the stove and sink.  why?  because it's the only place we can fit it in.

it took a while for me to adjust to living in cramped metro spaces.  it took some time for me to get used to not having a lawn, much less a ( Read more... )

i want my life to have meaning...purpose...a sense of direction.  heck, i'd settle for a little mobility, a reason to get out of the house other than to buy groceries and take the trash out ( Read more... )