I am very drunk,
and I have been chain-smoking,
but you do not know
YOU CANNOT KNOW

MY LOVE FOR YOU

Are habits contagious? I know that a lot of what I do now by default has been pieced together from various external sources. I'm not even counting the numerous things I picked up from my parents ( Read more... )

To my Valentines ( Read more... )

I would also like to think everyone who contributed to my Johari Window. (It's not too late, if you haven't yet.)
It's probably the most revealing "personality test" I've ever done.

But, for the record, I felt that the list of adjectives was a bit incomplete. I would have liked to see words like creative, insightful, and intuitive.

I wrote that my life is predicated by a kind of magic. One of the things that can always bring it on is snow, such a longed-for mystery from my southern childhood that the wonder of it has not yet begun to fade. The streets metamorphosing into a fairy-land, everything transformed and silent and clean ( Read more... )

Would you please choose 5 or 6 adjectives to describe me? I think this is very interesting.

Pantea,
I would like to say that today was a bad day until you showed up.
Now tonight I am going to bed a very, very happy girl.
Love,
Molly

Tonight I shaved my legs for the first time since July.

I was thinking about Tess of the D'Urbervilles and the way gestures function subconsciously as signifiers. I decided that there will be no more of this corps rejeté shit, however much I've clothed it in the guise of nonconformism or connais-toi toi-même.

Stacy asked me if I was going on a

Tonight Alex Koo called me and said that he had a free ticket to the Metropolitan Opera if I could be uptown dressed formal in an hour.

(I knew I bought that velvet dress for a reason!)

We all know that Alex Koo is just another word for the Spanish Inquisition, and he managed to get me pretty worked up just before La Traviata went into a ( Read more... )

I woke up yesterday at eight to pouring rain and grey light outside my open window, and the sound of a windchime somewhere in our back alley ( Read more... )