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i completely and utterly miss writing. i miss the days when i used to aspire to be a poet, when i'd look up to e.e. and rainer and thom. i fucking miss getting trashed and writing. i can only get trashed; i feel like i have nothing to say. and it kills me inside.

i remember this time last year. i was so anxious to get over the ocean, to be in a place i could call my home. where we reside, it's always my home. i can't have one without him, for as hollywood-sappy as that sounds. but i can't find that town to call home. i can't find a place with real people, a decent workforce, an interesting daylife. i miss ( Read more... )

in a little under six weeks, we'll be flying into LAX. i'm finishing the move by myself, with assistance from sadler. i quit and couldn't be more satisfied [or now]. i miss him but am not as lonely as i expected to be. brooke and i will pick up our hubbies on dec. 12th and a week later, we're on a plane. i get to sit at home with puppy and our big ( Read more... )

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i know i'm losing my mind when a full, down-range deployment sounds like a plausible option.

i love staying in with my hubby, drinking, watchin silly cop shows like life and listenting to mainstream "black music". i have an amazing dog, meatballs, and an amazing man in my life. so lucky,i know.

there are so many new albums coming out that i'm stoked to listen to. a few ( Read more... )

i remember when i used to smoke. and i smoked 100's. because i wanted them to last, i wanted to savor and love and cherish them. and i hid them from my parents, from [most] people i truly respected; i hid them from my husband when i had decided i wanted to date him -- long before we first spoke; i would only smoke about 3/4 of each one, would leave ( Read more... )