After the rumors about the fake-blond widow ( Read more... )

The way the dog trots out the front door ( Read more... )

Cassandra ( Read more... )

Father From Asia ( Read more... )

Sorry Molly! I was too tempted. I can change it back if you'd like. But you're so gosh darn beautiful, I couldn't help but show you off. And basically mirror the format of my livejournal.

( here's lookin' at you, kid. )

Dog's Death ( Read more... )

Girl scouts, per usual, gave me a burst of energy. It is so sublimely ridiculous, except of course, when it's I-want-to-hang-myself-with-this-handy-tautline horrible. I sucked it up at marching, as i always do, but ThatFascist!Liz was held up as an example to the other girls. Bitch. We were so inspired by the meeting that we came back to my ( Read more... )

I am very happy and there isn’t any detectable reason. I made meatballs with my bare hands last night. It was gross, but I am very much the accomplished housewyfe now. I should clean my explosion!bedroom, but I am afraid if I go in there I will fall asleep. It sounds so good…bed…all right. I'm going to be a goodwyfe, not a naughtywyfe, and ( Read more... )

Rather contemplative afternoon, but that’s what comes of room-cleaning. It’s just too boring to talk about feelings, whine about how lazy I am, babble about how I seem to have lost my sense of time and of proportion, etc. So instead I shall write about…I’m racking my brain here…erm. I really don’t know. I haven’t been writing much lately, ( Read more... )

nice weekend. aside from the college shit attack. erk. also, i don't want to study math. big's back. i knew my extended romantic comedy had to end the way i want. i think the russian is baryshnikov (sp?), the dancer. if you don't know what i am talking about, disregard. spent the better part of today carving linoleum blocks for dad's book. ( Read more... )