"So tell me when you're gonna let me in, I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin ( Read more... )

Truthfully, I was not happy to be home. It was the overt stuff to a degree - my father's bullshit, my mother's reticence, the haplessness of my siblings in a house that reeks of incidental union - the accidental linking of blood relatives. My reasons for being there were straightforward: See Maritza, Ryan, James, Karen, and maybe Lauren - pipe ( Read more... )

"I have the premonition that this trip is going to change me or my station in life somehow and it will set a tone for the coming year. Prophetic intuition has rarely steered me wrong. Still, there's a cautioning draft in the wind ( Read more... )

I never thought I'd be blue leaving this place. Meadville, at times, feels more like a sentence than home - like I'm trapped here somehow. Trapped by the College, my parents, all those careless people who've left me alone to figure things out by myself with little or no support. But I am feeling a little torn between here and Carlisle. I am ( Read more... )

No matter what position I tried, I couldn't get comfortable. Partially, it was my own fault. Partially, Dixie was hogging all the covers. I was sleeping on an elevated bed in her room in Caflisch. We'd stayed up late the previous night, all-inclusive with a trip down to Country Fair around two in the morning, pretending to work, then she fell ( Read more... )

1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? Black and green ( Read more... )

I'm a practiced liar, I'm good at it in most situations, and I've come to regard it with an abbreviated set of ethics that are often claused by "except in the case of..." or "if you need to...". It still pisses me off when people lie on my behalf, I'm quite capable of manufacturing my own nonsense, thank you! The latest lie regards my job, or what ( Read more... )

It's so close, I can taste it. And about damn time, too. I'm a stone's throw from going ape shit around here ( Read more... )

"When shadows fall he'll close his eyes to hear the clocks unwind.  Powerless to leash the hands of time.

Seven wonders crowed the man, knowing six are gone and how the great illusion lingers on..."

In the Rider-Waite tarot deck, the seven of cups appears thusly:


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Though many of my entries are lamenting the pitfalls of my life as it is, once in awhile things work out for me and I like to commemorate those times. Today was one of those times ( Read more... )