Rachel arrived on Wednesday night, late-late, to spend two weeks with me--she has a job at the Outback in Commerce, about forty minutes from here, working Christmas rush and making some damn good money (which kinda makes me wish I was working at Outback...ha!). For the first time in my life, the prospect of having somebody stay with me for an ( Read more... )

I have never loved so strongly as I've loved my family and friends this summer. It's the recurring theme in my writing, in my journaling, in my conversation--and in the smiles on my face, the words that I speak, the way I carry myself ( Read more... )

~*Ladies and Gentlemen*~

This journal is now "friends only."There were a lot of reasons for keeping this journal public...reasons which I hope to honor again in the future ( Read more... )

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Tonight I went to church, to watch Hurricane sing. I never go to church, and while I'm not sure I will become a regular customer, I do believe that I get something out of church--or, the silence and the release of my thoughts--that I don't get anywhere else. Since it's Christmas, the entire mass was done by candlelight, and as I looked out over ( Read more... )

Friends are painful things.

It could be just me...but for the most part, I have some very good friends.

I wish everybody would just chill out.

Everybody should know that I'm an asshole ( Read more... )

Regardless of the angles I examine it from…or the distance I cover, hoping to notice even a slight change in situation…ultimately, the blame remains mine. I will always keep that blame. I cannot let it go, nor am I even sure the person I would be without it, without feeling the pressure of it against my spine whenever I breathe too deeply, too ( Read more... )

I spent the weekend up at Berry. Friday night was a bunch of people I didn't know and only a handful of those people drinking kinda creeps me out. I hid on the porch for the majority of Friday evening. But last night was really, really sweet ( Read more... )

Court's right--days are being lost. I wake up at the beginning of a week dreading the days of mindless activities spread before me like a giant baby-sitting buffet, and now before I know it, I'm on the eve of yet another weekend. I know I'm working hard, and I need the money, but it's hard to decide if my summer has been good or bad when all it's ( Read more... )