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As I drove home last night through the pouring rain, I saw thunderbolts rip through the sky. I saw one thunderbolt come down straight, make a loop, and continue down to the ground. Most of the thunderbolts illuminated the city like the lights on a football field: violent, powerful and revealing ( Read more... ) -
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I'll give you a quick update:
Last Saturday I turned 26.
Ice skating was a no-go.
The chocolate cake was a bust.
The stuffed fish and corona were pleasantly perfect.
I spent my $30 bookstore gift card a bit irresponsibly, recklessly.
Louis Menard was too heavy for a birthday afternoon.
Diane Ackerman did not impress me.
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Simplicity
Oh, the life of an adult: managing accounts, filing taxes (city income, city residential?), depositing funds, balancing, timing chains, stop lights, wages, tip reporting, signing in, logging off. At some point in my early adulthood, or perhaps in my late childhood, I decided I wouldn't mind being a nun and living in a convent. Is that funny to ( Read more... ) -
Whether
I bounce through livejournal like I bounce through myspace: clicking on each image that catches my attention, skimming words to find something I want to stop and read. I've found someone on here that I want to add to my friends so I can read his/her entries each time he/she posts. I'm wondering if I should just click the "add" button, or if I ( Read more... ) -
Another Every Day
Ehhh. I don't know. Last night I dreamt I was back in Santa Maria for a wedding. A wedding/reunion of some sort. I don't remember even seeing the bride or groom or knowing them, but I must have. I remember that pretty much everyone was in my dream: all siblings, step, ex-step and real alike, my father, my mother, my step mother, my father's ( Read more... ) -
Every Day
As the people in my life often do, ZD inspired me yesterday. R encourages, pushes me to write daily, but yesterday ZD made a comment that echoed:
It also inspires me to write every detail, every accented story, even when it's just a simple day to yourself, with your corona and MTV.
All my days are simple. All my days are innocuous. Don't most of ( Read more... ) -
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I got so much accomplished last night! D is out of town with work until Thursday night, and last night was my sole night off from Red Robin while he's away. After suffering through another terribly boring day here at the day job, I went to the local bookstore, Schuler's, and bought D a copy of Conversations with God. He saw the movie the other ( Read more... ) -
Michigan Monday
Ooh I don't feel good. Serious stomach ache. Why? Because I ate nothing but SHIT all weekend. I'm so disgusted with myself. I feel the need to detox, to clean my system out, and I'm craving celery sticks and cranberry juice. Naturally I don't have either. I'm thinking of splurging this evening and buying ingredients to make chicken rice soup ( Read more... ) -
What I Remember
I don't remember how long you guys lived with us before the (inevitable) break. I remember four girls on two bunk beds in the back bedroom. I remember Luke Perry's picture on the wall. I remember trips to Europe, Star Trek novels, and R not really being a part of our conversations. One night the cat, Louie, was in our room and I got up to put ( Read more... ) -
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Reaching for
Things unseen
And unfelt
In this
Hallway of
Dry land
Moving towards
The other
Side I
Wonder how
To close
My eyes
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