I have a very serious sugary candy addiction, cultivated and nurtured over my 38 years, which for the first time I will be giving up come Wednesday. Cold turkey from such things as sugar and caffeine and other such tasties ( Read more... )

An appreciation of bobby pins.

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Listening to teenagers brag about how many seasons of so and so show they watched in a couple of weeks. This is the new lifestyle.

Watching my grandfather die.

Peeps and also coffee. Coffee with an obscene amount of creme in it. And still it's bitter across my tongue and into my belly. I sit and imagine a street scene because that is where I am, by at all in the generic break room of my workplace.

I don't trust the house just yet

Inside the new house cold and large everything echoes

Past choices passed and all the places my mind returns to, has been, and could have been

A chorus of how I shouldn't be left alone and how being alone is when I'm most alight with life

I've been trying to play it cool but I still love you

My stomach isn't so disneyworld right now