I've thought of a wonderful drinking game.  Every time somebody who promised they'd be there for you doesn't pick up the phone, you take a shot.

Let's see how long it takes to finish this bottle of tequila...

I was cleaning up my room and sorting through old class notes to throw away today.  I knew that I probably wasn't going to bother keeping any of them so sorting through them would really just be a waste of time, but I thought it would be kind of nostalgic; a good way to wrap up my college career by look through all the paperwork and then throwing ( Read more... )

The English names for the days of the week are all based on the Norse Pantheon equivalents of the Roman Gods for which the days were originally named in Latin.  The Italian days of the week, lunedi, martedi, mercoledi, giovedi, venerdi, sabato, and domenia are named for the Moon (la luna), Mars, Mercury, Jupiter, Venus, Saturn, and the Sun (which ( Read more... )

My necklace doesn't jingle when I walk anymore.

I nearly had a psychotic episode ( Read more... )

"Mercy was the firstborn, and a boy; Justice was his sister ... their names fit them. Mercy could not bear it for another to suffer anything; Justice was sterner, and insisted on fairness and equity regardless of the cost ... what brought her out into a sane world ... was that need to set things to rights, to make things balance, to have all right ( Read more... )

Purple Passionfruit Sorbet used to be my favorite ice cream flavor as a child.  It was one of six sorbet flavors released by Ben and Jerry's in 1996.  I would imagine it would still be my favorite flavor today excepting that it was discontinued shortly after its release and is no longer available, so I haven't tasted it in 12 years or so.

Similar ( Read more... )

Good news.  I am a unique snowflake.  It just turns out that I'm no longer her unique snowflake.  She did love me, for me, for a time, but then seasons change and the time came that she and I no longer belonged together.  This also further serves to illustrate that you shouldn't allow your dreams to send you spiraling into depths of self- ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night.  A catalyst that helped put everything into better focus.  I'm still not seeing everything as clearly as I like to but at least I have a better understanding of how far my mind has twisted things.  The dream itself was deceptively simple - or at least the parts that mattered.  It was as if someone heard of my situation and ( Read more... )

I can't help but feel that I was some stupid silly high school crush that she outgrew and discarded.  And I hate it.

It's not a perspective that lends to anything but the most tormented sort of nostalgia.

I don't like the way my mind works.