My mother is trying to suffocate me with of negativity. She took the day off from work today, apparently to yell at me ( Read more... )

Despite the aforementioned head condition (and lack of feeling in extremities, and blurry vision) I dragged myself over to my stepsister, Colleen's, to put blankets on the two lame horses she rescued for me this year. She called me later when my head was about to explode and I was quite sunken into the couch, to inform me that the horses "hated ( Read more... )

Yesterday I overshot my driveway on slippery roads, so I had to back up then turn in. There's a strategy there, as the tires on my tiny car are completely bald (not worth getting new ones when I'm leaving), and I've a ways to go. So I backed up, got a running start, fishtailed in and gunned it towards my spot ( Read more... )

I am going to post every day before I leave because I think it's important I get in the habit of journaling. If anyone actually reads this, I apologize for the inevitable brunt of lousy writing that will come of this task. Be assured I endeavor to improve ( Read more... )

For all of you who have asked me where I'm going with the PeaceCorps, to whom I've responded with a blank, adventurous smile and said, "I don't know; I'll go anywhere ( Read more... )

Dear Editor ( Read more... )

I remember things now I scarcely noticed then, her stained clothes and greasy blonde hair, pudgy fingers and gap-toothed smile ( Read more... )

I had a lovely-turned-horrific day at work, and I'm still so angry I can't sleep. Or read, and I'm sick of TV. So I turn to you, imaginary reader, in the hopes that I may vent this out and leave it be. I'm less than optimistic ( Read more... )

Dear Terry ( Read more... )

The backyard is overrun with fireflies, tiny sparks floating by on this baumy summer night. A whipporwill chirps incessantly, and everyone remarks, "a whipporwill!" But they don't sleep here, or they'd be shopping for bb guns. Instead I very politely, and rather loudly, asked our feathered friend to move along. He made it as far as the treeline, ( Read more... )