So, the laundry did get done yesterday - in its entirety - and folded/hung up, and I now have more clean underpants than I ever knew I owned. (That's what happens when you just keep buying new ones instead of washing the other ones) I also booked a ticket to my cousin's wedding, ordered my sexy-ass Halloween costume (hehe...wouldn't you like to ( Read more... )

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I picked up a tomato today from the salad bar at lunch. I dunno why - I still hate damn tomatoes. Just looking at it on my plate, I knew I wouldn't even try it. I didn't ( Read more... )

If you've ever wanted to push me down the stairs or cut me as I walk by, do it now. I wouldn't even feel it. I've never hated myself more for not doing what I know I need to. That ends tonight. Hating someone else takes so much energy. Hating yourself takes all of it though, and I'm tired.

So this girl introduced herself tonight. This girl who'd been fucking Nat, and being told by him the whole time that he loved her - she introduced herself tonight. Who am I? What have I been doing? And why do I act like I know who he fucked? I don't. So everytime - it IS a shock to me, cause he told me I was enough and that he loved me. And ( Read more... )

The only good thing about breaking up is free drinks from sympathetic bartenders. Other than that - you tell me. I was asked out by a guy last night and studdered myself to "no, thanks, just broke up." But seriously - What the fuck do I do with myself?

So tonight I almost broke down, while I was singing at the benefit for the victims of the hurricane. My solo is "Foolish Games" and it took everything I had not to cry through it. At the suggestion of a friend, I'm posting the poem that I wrote in my first free verse class. This was the poem that almost made me cry in front of people I've never ( Read more... )

I had my first Free Verse class today. As an excercise to get us going, the professor had us all choose a number, and he assigned us a type of poem to write in a 15 minute block, based on the number we chose. So of course he tells me "Miss Picard, I'd like you to write a poem of excuses." A grad student got the same assignment, and wrote a ( Read more... )

I cannot give up on something so beautiful. Somewhere, love exists, or there would be a lot more starving poets in the world. I don't have high standards anymore. Just that a guy be totally crazy about me, and only about me. Why is that not as simple as it sounds in my mind ( Read more... )

So, it's over. Just like that, without a ton of warning, although I guess I knew. A girl I just met this week claimed that he tried to get her to meet him in the bathroom of a sketchy bar for some "special attention." He swore it wasn't true, and that she had a side motive for lying to my face - but honestly - It's Nat. And isn't there ALWAYS ( Read more... )