I am in France. The keyboard is different, so my writing will be more succint. All for the better, no? On the way to Lyon, I accidentally went to a different city. It was horrible. I was very late to meet my host family ( Read more... )

Does a blog make one an extrovert? What is wrong with my carefully selected journals. Bright orange, ergonomically fashioned, sleek black, clichee-ed and pocketed, soft green brings me back ( Read more... )

I have to make some lists.

I decided I'm going to engage in many different winter cleansing fasts after Alex leaves.

I am going to meditate today and make many more lists, I think. There are important things to think about.

It is good to drink a lot of water every day.

Courtney, I am going to try and call you today, I think.

I am going to get Alex some ( Read more... )

I suppose I have been writing a lot of entries lately. A lot of entries that say pretty much the same things. But I figure people are free to ignore what they wish. I think writing this much means I need some sort of outlet. My blog is my outlet? oh dear ( Read more... )

What a strange time in our lives ( Read more... )

This is what my life is now:


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But not all of them...

How do you flush the toilet in public restrooms?


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I remember love. I think I do. I'm going to let myself do it again. Tonight I turned my back and came back around to find my tarot cards on fire. They literally started on fire. I can cry, I can lose, and I can let everyone see. I can roll myself into a tiny ball when someone comes charging at me, and spring back up again. I feel like letting ( Read more... )

 But don't, don't hold me. Don't say you are sorry. Please. I do so hate the feminine ways of dealing with this sort of thing. I am going crazy. I think I saw god, or at least the light. I might keep going. Please give me something to ingest. So many people profess their admiration for me, and it makes me feel further and further. All I need is one ( Read more... )

I read some old things that I wrote and it shook me. Why aren't I like that anymore? Why don't I examine/Because I'm too busy doing? no, i'm not doing anything. I was upset. But Perhaps I should be glad that I am no longer so self absorbed? Simple language is a stylistic and life choice.
Though I am still lost and dissatisfied. Must take some walks ( Read more... )