Long time, darling viewers. The moment (unfortunadamente) is filled with a) scotch, b) beer, c) mixed drinks, d) 2-liter rips and e) jello shots. Also other things like fear, tension and a willingness to expose oneself (ooh ( Read more... )

Today is the day I allow myself to go headlong into the past and, holy bejeesus, I didn't. So don't ever tell me that I take every opportunity to wallow, because I will shoot you down with my righteous indignance ( Read more... )

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I can't talk about it. I can only feel dumb. Damn.

I think. I reenact possibilities, create storylines, hallucinate. I fixate, embrace myself, embarrass myself, whisper half-truths and evasions. (I am afraid of seeming foolish, afraid of the inevitable red-face, indignant clenching of the jaw, fitful imaginings of revenge for my own faultiness.) But these are the scenes that can't be spoken aloud, ( Read more... )

Around and around. Around and around. Did you bike backwards? Maybe. Do you? Too?

I've been remembering more of my dreams lately. Last night there was a sheer cliff covered in thick barren trunks, clear calm water with sharks, and a large van filled with people I knew with an unknown destination ( Read more... )

Grump glump. Dumb face, dumb hair. Moody. Seven days no smoking. Mrr. Short fuse, too many sweets, frump flump. Sneery chump ( Read more... )

This morning, I got sausage gravy grease all down my right side, shirt and pants both. The sausage gravy was delicious (the part that wasn't on me). And then Josh went home and got me new clothes. Hooray! Also, I had a mango mimosa whilst waiting for our breakfasts. More hooray! (Mango mimosas are SPLENDID and also seem to cause lesser reactions to ( Read more... )

Good things:
Birthday festivities
JOSH RITTER OMG

Other things:
1 day of not smoking

Also:
Today I was walking to work, reading a book (as usual). And just as I was coming around the front of the library, I slammed into the corner of the bannister next to the front door. Le ow. Such a dumb bunny.

But seriously. Josh Ritter.