Aunt Debbie (who is not really my aunt) told me once that you are not a real woman--a woman who feels, who hurts, who breathes--until you've listened to Joni Mitchell's album "Blue" from beginning to end, and cried ( Read more... )

Today marks about the 2839472398473 day in a row that I've felt like utter and complete shit. I baby-sat from 930 until 130. This timespan included hauling out a bunch of big blocks of wood, convincing a three year old (or is he four?) that a giant, sharp-edged metal sign wasn't appropriate to place near the space I had the just-learning-to-walk ( Read more... )

After the hailstorm called my father let loose a quite impressive tirade throughout my entire household around 830PM, I felt perfectly content to lie in my bed for the rest of the evening, listening to Sara's Favorites (disc 2) and writing until I fell asleep sometime, probably shortly after I turned off the lights and pulled the comforter over my ( Read more... )

My life, as of recently, can only be described as a series of seemingly meaningless events that somehow make me feel more connected to myself than I thought possible, based on my most recent past experiences. Technically, I guess any life could be described as such...but of course, this is my journal, and though rather unfortunate, I only have one ( Read more... )

Things I'm actually, truly going to miss over the summer ( Read more... )

Sleepless nights and endless days ( Read more... )

The only way to move on is to let go ( Read more... )

Ahhh....I must stop and ask, "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING ( Read more... )

Bah. SO tired. Tired, in my bones--even my hair feels tired. Is that even possible? I need to go home--but by home I don't mean Atlanta, I mean my own personal version of home--the safehaven of the people I love. Court, I'm so excited to see you, because at least for five days, I can feel like all parts of me are functioning together as a ( Read more... )

I'd like to add one more thing before I scuttle off to World Civ ( Read more... )