I hate job searching. That's why a good cheering up involving cookie dough was in order! I stopped by Lexi's house to say hi and show her my non taped mouth ( Read more... )

MY INNER PEACE IS DISRUPTED

DISRUPTED!

I need something to do...the mindless waiting is driving me daisy. If I don't get my mind off of this stupid thing I'm going to be a terrible ass tomorrow. "What's your name?" "Well fuck you too, madam!"

I smashed my yard with a croquet mallet. I can't write. I drank. I need help.

I am alone *scratch that* I am utterly alone ( Read more... )

Mom is having some big hoopla tonight for the ladies at work, and because she is not here, I am in charge of keeping the house clean. Yes, me, the anal germaphobe. Sounds easy, but no. Throw in the dog, the brother, the cousin and Ivy, and my eye gets all twitchy. Got home for two minutes and the dog (previously banashed for mucking up the ( Read more... )

You've simply got to stop troubling yourself and get down to the nitty gritty, Diane. The world may crash down on your shoulders, but if you're not writing, you won't have the mind to shit yourself. You can't possibly be a great storyteller if you tell nothing. And don't give me that I have nothing crap. I know when you do and do not have ( Read more... )

I bought a thought down at the farmers market. It was this:

if you give out muffins of joy, you'd best have a shitload of muffins.

Did I waste my money?

I have become the short one in the family. I hope it doesn't go to their heads. I'm still the oldest, and most conniving.

Well I hate to be a pest, Diane, but you simply must do something about that blister. It's gotten to the point that you can no longer walk, and if that isn't a reason, I don't know what is. You see dear, feet, although not the most pleasant to look at, are an important part of the body. They really are quite nessesary. I wouldn't lie to you. ( Read more... )

I actually remembered a dream! And oh, it was an odd one. I dreamed that I actually found V. Woolf’s house, and it was a place that I had been to before, I just didn’t climb enough stairs. Though, come to think of it, the place in my dream didn’t look like anyplace in London or elsewhere. So I went in there, because I wanted to get a post card ( Read more... )

This morning I took a stroll around my neighborhood without wearing shoes. But I strolled backwards, and got a lot of strange stares from the old men in cars, and that guy getting his mail.