Your Daily Horoscope for November 28, 2003 ( Read more... )

drunk
wine
cigarettes
i am drinking- alone
what does this say about me?
do i care?

joni mitchell singin' all my songs
the parking lot is empty
home for the holidays
it is quiet, here
from outside my window i sit
coffee and cigarettes,
comfort food on thanksgiving.
family is a cruel mockery
these people are supposed to know me
but
they will not budge.
alone on thanksgiving.
i am gratefu.
i am grateful.
i am grateful.

ah, yes, freezing temperatures and jack frost on my windows. a strange comfort this winter chill that freezes my hands and nose. like an old friend that has decided to visit. tomorrow i'll be home for the holidays. home? oh, i forgot, i have no place to really call home. bits and pieces of places that all hold an image of me. tomorrow i'll be south ( Read more... )

"~Which Shakespearean Heroine Are You?~" - Results ( Read more... )

Sitting in british literature listening to this woman rattle off ( with no passion in her voice) about Alexander Pope's "Essay on Man". I'm in attendence, but i'm not really here. I stare out the window, rain-kissed and the smoky trees- i don't know where i am. in transition, i guess. how much longer shall i have to comply? i pick up bits and ( Read more... )

so this is how it feels to be left. this is how it would feel if you didn't come back. it's only been one day but i have this aching in my chest and it will not stop. today is monday. so i begin agian. sigh. the rain has got me sleepy and british literature is not a priority. i just want to see you. i can picture you sleeping after a long night of ( Read more... )

i'm not beautiful. i wish people would stop with that. i look into the mirror. hello, darkness. the reflection staring back to me is deceiving but i've got everybody fooled. they think i have it together and it makes me laugh. some girl asked me today how i got motivation. motivation? is that what they're calling it these days? i call it surviving ( Read more... )

So, what is this all about? People hunched together in an art gallery saying the same fucking thing that they said last week and the week before that. In flashback of the moment I see my self smiling and mingling- bet you couldn't tell I was terrified. I have learned the tricks well and I play the game like a pro- i could teach you, all you have to ( Read more... )

it's past midnight and i can't sleep. i need sleep like i need a dream to get me through tuesday. i'm delirious and i smoke too much. i lie down and stare at the ceiling and think of words. words, words, words. so useless. "write what you know" somebody once told me. the problem is that everyday i find i know nothing. we speak in different ( Read more... )