-
/shrug
I have an iPad with one of the new keyboards, and as I bought it to use for grad school, I figure that I should try it out to actually write something, not just surf the internet. So far, so good.
An instagram friend (thebloodandthebones) just lost her mama from covid and I felt ok. Like, it didn’t plunge me into a well of sadness the way I sort of ( Read more... ) -
Odds. Ends.
I thought I would miss drinking or have a harder time adjusting to not drinking than I have. I don’t think that I’m in the clear by any stretch of the imagination, but it hasn’t been the struggle I anticipated. Praise the Lord for that, really. Maybe I reached my rock bottom, and it didn’t look like what I expected to see.
I did read something ( Read more... ) -
hambre de vida
my translation could be wrong; it's been a while, and verb conjugation still scares me.
anyway.
I've been watching a lot of cooking shows lately, interspersed with my #vanlife things, and man, I can't wait to plan a city visit around a particular diner or restaurant or experience.
Christopher told me today that he was thinking about taking on the ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
And here I thought this blog was going to be about sex, violence, bad decisions, and the saving work of Jesus Christ.
Ha. Joke’s on me.
-
I am a lonely soap bubble
I'm drinking again but I didn't smoke tonight. Really, I just couldn't walk away from the thought of that bourbon cocktail I made the other night. Next time I go to the place that has a good lemonade, I'm adding bourbon. I know, it's probably sacrilege (you'll never believe how much wine I spit out when I lived near enough to Napa for great wine to ( Read more... ) -
hashtag realization
The thing is, in the aftermath of a tragedy or something of that ilk, people will ask - nay, beg - for you to reach out when you need to talk. Which is nice, really. I mean, unless you’re really great friends, they have no idea what they’re signing up for. You could be a hurricane in a teacup (which is how I like to think of myself), or a bottle ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
on one hand, I feel like there's nothing to say. BUT.
on the other, I feel too inebriated to say anything. (of substance.)
tried to watch a documentary on Hulu last night about the friendship between Michael Waltrip and Dale Earnhardt. I made it about seven minutes before I couldn't mash the menu button fast enough, face wet with tears.
there is ( Read more... ) -
A Note. Read Me First, said the tag. And Alice wondered.
First things first, I've been saving up a lot of tidbits and bobs until I had a night where I could drink and listen to music (too loudly) and write. Tonight (or last night, I guess, as I finally notice the time) was the night.
So, you know, there might be a lot of new words here. Or entries. I'm not sure how I want to post things.
Anyway, that out ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
the telling of this story, this war & peace-sized novel of me is a process, one that refines itself the more often I press words into these blank spaces. I shine a light into long-forgotten corners and illuminate shadows and realize that those skins do not fit me the same as they used to. I remember them fondly, wrongly, sweetly, breathlessly.
this ( Read more... )