no one's picking up the phone.
i think i'm addicted to pele.
and this little masochist
is lifting up her dress.

nothing's been the same...

caught a lite sneeze, dreamed a little dream,
made my own pretty hate machine.

boys on my left side, boys on my right side,
boys in the middle and you're not here.

I see her in my sleep, my red, terrible girl.
She is crying through the glass that separates us.
She is crying, and she is furious.
Her cries are hooks that catch and grate like cats.
It is by these hooks she climbs to my notice.
She is crying at the dark, or at the stars
That at such a distance from us shine and whirl.

from "Three Women"
s. plath

♥Prettybunny and ♥Moxybyproxy

• Are rumoured to have adopted twenty-eight thousand rockin' girls.
• Are aspiring to whisper to each other for the good of the free world.
• Are the perfect match.

the one they play in that Viggo movie where he's humping diane lane under a waterfall...('and he treats her like a queeeeeeen ( Read more... )

woe is me.

Today I was the aunt Nenny in charge of a irrate five-year old who makes me laugh just when I think I can't handle him anymore.

Job hunt continues...

YOGA is sooo goood.

creditors calling you about a five month past due phone bill is not, however.

Asia, you make my heart bubble over with laughter and happiness in the most unexpected of times. I loves ya.

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