Sure there are people that have right things happen to them all the time.
They win the lottery on their first shot.
They write a best seller over night.
They date all the most beautiful people.

They are smart. Pretty. Funny. Rich. Thin. Etc.
And we hate them.

Pianos fall on us regular people's heads.
We get fat, lonely, and lame.

And a lot of us sit ( Read more... )

Still 2008!

2008!

I never really "left" in September ( Read more... )

I am better looking and in better shape than you ( Read more... )

Because I haven't been able to sleep in a while ( Read more... )

The stockings are hung ( Read more... )

This town is one long awkward kiss.

Except this time you don't get to laugh about it.

Or roll away and say you're tired.

Or break it off.

I'm sorry you're sad. And that, for the tenth time, you and Mickey aren't working out. Your two-year is on Monday. Don't you think this whole thing has gone on far enough? It's too dramatic. It's too ( Read more... )

I don't belong at either of my homes ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel the world is a wizened apple. Sometimes I feel above it, sometimes caught in its rank juices, sometimes trapped underneath. But most of the time I feel nothing ( Read more... )