Is there anyone still on Live Journal? I don't really care, but I felt the urge to write a bit this evening, so here goes nothing ( Read more... )

If my calculations are correct, it has been about six months since I have written in my live journal; a lot has happened, but not much of it has been bad, and I have been happily busy, so I don't sit down and write here much anymore ( Read more... )

According to the calendar, it is Wednesday, March 2....again, about five weeks since I posted. In September I posted what was the darkest post of my six year LJ career...but happily, today I can post one of the brightest updates in that same epoch ( Read more... )

It has been a month or more since I posted-I apologize for that. A lot has happened, so it might take a few posts to catch you all up ( Read more... )

I am listening to the Collective Soul song....the lyrics seem all too apropos for me ( Read more... )

The inevitable, unavoidable, and unwelcome holiday season. This has been the worst year of my life..in almost every area. I have had to deal with three deaths, one of them my only brother. I have had to deal with the fact that the last guy I really cared about cheated on me, and was in love with someone else while amusing himself with me. I ( Read more... )

I know it has been about six weeks since I posted on Live Journal; the days have just been a blur of distractions and emotional turmoil. I am fighting some kind of stubborn cold, and am running low on Nyquil. I'll have to run to the store tomorrow before work and restock my cold medicine arsenal. I used up all my time bank (time off) when my ( Read more... )

This morning I had a dream that gave me some small comfort; my brother appeared in it. I looked out of my back door, onto my balcony, and saw that the condo association was doing some kind of construction; the right half of the wooden floor was torn up; yellow hazard tape was strung around the diameter of the space ( Read more... )

This will no doubt be the hardest entry I have ever written, or will ever write. On Thursday, September 2, my little brother Michael was killed on an Indian reservation in Arizona. A Native American woman was driving drunk at 930 in the morning, failed to yield as she sped onto Federal Route 19, and hit my brother's car. He was ejected, thrown, ( Read more... )

1. I have a tube of lipstick in my medicine cabinet that has seen a friend through his first and second marriages ( Read more... )