just a little swingby, drop down to the surface of the same pond I stopped at last time, but this time I'm not even thinking about staying: I have another destination ahead. Facebook, if you can believe it. Suddenly facebook is WORKING for me. I'm looking forward to logging in there, which is crazy. And exciting.

See you in a year or so...

every year I come back like some migrating bird to the same location, lj, to post some something so my journal doesn't get deleted. I like the idea that it's a migrator's sense of home that brings me back and back and back. as if i did have a home ( Read more... )

or not

it actually hurts to come here and look. it must be the enormity of the emotions trying to squeeze through my brokedown heart. oh lj. oh lj history ( Read more... )

maybe it's easier to write now that there are fewer people watching. I used to spend a lot of time on here editing myself. Mind you, I look back now and maybe it was worth it. Some of the highly edited ones actually taste...pretty good...in the re-read ( Read more... )

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cinqo de mayo i miss writing.

i can sit in the seat & tinker with the knobs, but it's still a rusted unshareable ferriswheel.

it's winter out there--i'm not saying it's not still winter--but there is some irrefutable spring...something...in the air today. finally. like even winter has to admit it. even winter is predicting spring.

soon she says but i'm all out of soon.

i look back & it's beautiful & could be accurate but isn't, exactly.