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complacent, much?
^^copied and pasted from a journal entry made at 5:21 AM. some names have been changed to protect the innocent ( Read more... ) -
malaise, sobriety and love
today is my 110th day of sobriety. i had a second wonderful date with an awesome person on friday. i have an apartment that i love. i am neither facing nor recovering from surgery. i've been on testosterone since july. but am i happy? not yet ( Read more... ) -
new poem
last night i arrived "home," that is to say i arrived at the homeless shelter where i'm staying and was greeted by the smiling face of annabelle, my favorite RA. this is the woman who has taken to calling me rice and i call her beans. we met during my first week at PATH Hollywood. we were instant friends. anyway, i said hello and asked how she ( Read more... ) -
convalescent musings...
so, once again, i am mid-recovery due to my substandard spine. i'm 26 years old and i've had two back surgeries. not cool. and thanks to a huge lapse in judgement/failure to think with my upstairs brain, i may be facing another. the only thing that ever saves me from going crazy during these times of crisis is blogging. i used to keep a page ( Read more... ) -
waxin my dreads...
i was suddenly struck with the inspiration to write something, so i thought this was the best place to start ( Read more... ) -
best weekend ever...
so, i haven't been on lj for days because i've been having the weekend of my life. it really didn't end until today ( Read more... ) -
stop that beggin...
omfg, if one more person in my goddamn building asks me for money or a cigarette, i'm gonna flip my fuckin shit. i am so sick of folks assuming that i am any better off financially than they are. I'm on disability just like the rest of these fuckers. but, because i actually leave the hotel and have friends that don't live on skid row, everybody ( Read more... ) -
i love piano...
today, my hot piano teacher/drinking buddy, my knocked up friend jackie and i were out in the hall talking after class. ms. p was teasing me about how i had a big crush on my math teacher last semester. apparently, i kept saying how much i loved math. i don't really recall this. i do, however, recall my amazingly sexxxy pre-algebra prof. that ( Read more... ) -
don't hate...
so, i was awakened by a chirp (boost walkie-talkie call) at 8:47am. i was pissed since i hadn't gotten to sleep until 3:30am so i ignored the call. when the second one came, i picked up my phone to see who it was. of course it was shaquita, swann's daughter who live in another hotel up the street from me. (just to catch you up, swann is the ex- ( Read more... )
