feels like heaven after self-torture. Feeling in control ( Read more... )

They reassure me that this is all here for a reason. Remi and Vanessa have arrived into my life just in time ( Read more... )

I guess I ended things with Yonatan ( Read more... )

Okay. Now that I'm not suffering from crazy anxiety that I had for a good portion of the day yesterday I feel like I can write more accurately about my emotions on this Warren Wilson matter ( Read more... )

FUCK ( Read more... )

P.S. I have a blog now. Go here and tell your friends: http://vartichoke.wordpress.com/

I sense a recluse face coming on. If you don't see or hear from me much in a while, don't take it personally. I am trying to be creative and productive and all of this face time just removes me from those urges.

So adorable:
Rose is on the couch reading for school. Melanie's in her room playing keyboard. I'm on the porch finishing up my cereal and writing as the delicate breeze graces through leaves. Sounds of traffic, humans, vehicles and streets plucked and integrated with the shaking foliage and light bird tweets.

My bike's in the shop! I should have a ( Read more... )

My life is outrageously satisfying. I feel like it's entirely unreal.

I've moved. Now a resident at 222 Prospect St. #3 in Cambridge. It is the ideal, perfect location for me. I'm sitting on my queen-sized bed in my cozy room, a breeze blowing at the bright window to my left. I've got deep closets, a world map on the wall, and all my worldly ( Read more... )

I'm fuckin' moved! Warning: boring entry ahead.

That's right. Last Sunday was the last night I slept at 669 Massachusetts Avenue #1. My lovely Sam was in the next room and Kellie shared my bed. Kellie's great, but I told her I wanted to "take it extremely slow." In all honesty, I don't think I'm into her romantically but I'm not ready to say that to ( Read more... )