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All this time, he pushed me away and shut me out, and now he wants me....now that I have built a separate life; now that I have found other ways to meet my social and emotional needs ( Read more... ) -
Dear Driver Who is Outside This Apartment Building to Pick Up a Resident of it,
If you were wondering if your horn was broken, as it has not, evidently, been successful in signaling to whomever you are here to pick up that you are waiting...let me assure you; it works just fine. Seriously, everyone can hear it. Maybe you should try CALLING this individual instead.
Just a thought.
Julie -
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Another 12 hour day today. I can't wait for the weekend. I have a concert Saturday night, and plans to hang out with my neighbors afterward. We're going to a piano bar called The Penguin. None of us have ever been there, but my neighbor heard of it and has wanted to go for a long time now. He's also offered to be the DD for Liz and I, and they're ( Read more... ) -
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Harmonies wandering, distantly, stretching out infinitely ( Read more... ) -
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It's weird. Two days after I tell the people from the symphony I hung out with "I don't have friends", (meaning, really, "I don't have friends I get to hang out with hardly ever outside of work"), and one of them asks me to do something outside of work. Because of what we will be doing, I feel like it will be okay. (I never want to make any of them ( Read more... ) -
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I figured out something today. I played with the bluegrass band today and on the third verse of the song we went A cappella and I sang along with them for that verse. As usual when I went up to play I was terrified and shaking and frustrated that I have to fight this every single time, no matter how many times I do it, and then we got to that third ( Read more... ) -
Dear Drunk Stranger,
No, I don't know your friend Bryce, and I cannot "hook you up". My sincerest apologies. Best of luck to you in all of your future illegal endeavors.
Sincerely,
Julie -
2013: The Year in Review
January: I was still working at the Holiday Inn Express, and I and my co-workers were so miserable. Between a terrible general manager, an operating company that only cared about generating enough income to keep the place going until the bank could sell it (since it had been repossessed from the previous owner), and being outright lied to about an ( Read more... ) -
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This might sound weird, but sometimes I forget that he's gone. Then I see a picture of him and it knocks the wind out of me. Because then it's real again - the only way I will ever see him again is in pictures and videos. He will never hug me again, he will never say "how are you, dear?" to me again, I will never laugh with him again, I will never ( Read more... ) -
I don't know what to call this.
I haven't written poetry in so long, I don't even know if this counts. I don't know if it's any good and I don't care. It's true ( Read more... )