I am packing to move, and after tackling my books and CDs and DVDs and ephemera (old bank statements and playbills and Starbucks notices to employees since 2009), I am now sorting through old mail ( Read more... )

Surprised to find that the older entries from my teens and early twenties no longer embarrass me; maybe because I no longer feel ashamed of them, I understand them better ( Read more... )

Looking forward to March.

February was a long, hard look at myself.  Who I am really.  Who I want to be.  Who I can be.  It was painful because something cracked open, and it broke me now out of who I used to be.  Who I used to be: Was good.  She had a lot of heart.  She tried too hard sometimes.  But she was, exactly ( Read more... )

While listening to Sixpence None the Richer, I realized that once upon a time, I had loved a boy to distraction. Kinda cool to know that I know what that phrase means, to love someone to distraction.

Trip down memory lane, i.e., Oh, how I loved you soPaula Cole, "Where Have All the Cowboys Gone ( Read more... )

This would normally be a hand-written note. But the intimacy of a posted letter would make me take off on a wild romantic spree -- and since I'd like to say what I want to say in a grounded way, and since I'd like for you to be able to save and return to this: Email, then. You can save it, and my words can flow, but it won't run wild into ( Read more... )

What is the one thing your heart needs from the world to open completely? And what is the one thing your opened heart can give to the world?To open my heart ( Read more... )

Books
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, Jules Verne
Reading this for my Classics of Sci-Fi Book Club at Ada's next month -- hopefully it's better than the last one (we just read Robert Heinlein's The Moon is a Harsh Mistress).

The Brothers K, David James Duncan ( Read more... )

World Still Round, Logan Brill (from the album ShuteyeAlways falling in or falling out ( Read more... )

Friday night: Worked a ten-hour day, waited for the bus in the rain, friends cancelled on getting together tonight, I don't like the number I see when I step on the scale, and I barely have any money to spend even though I just got paid ( Read more... )

God, I wish Casey was still talking to me.

Yesterday, I did laundry, bought groceries, ate two slices of pizza with root beer, had a slice of pecan pie, and spent the afternoon rewatching Veronica Mars (the movie) and tackled sorting through my DVDs with a degree of success. I decided to part ways with my Indiana Jones trilogg and The Kings of ( Read more... )