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I'm starting a new journal to reflect changes in both my life and my state of mind. I feel like a different person: more centered, whole, calmer, less neurotic. My old style, which mainly consisted of exaggerated ranting and self-consciously contemplating my navel, just doesn't suit. This one is back up temporarily to give me an opportunity to ( Read more... )

I haven't felt this good in years!

I was, according to theory, conceived in south Florida. Some people believe that the soul chooses the place and time to be born, along with the decision of whom will become one's parents. Because, of course, a brilliant and sexy woman such as myself would choose an extremely talented jazz musician and poet, who can play seven different musical ( Read more... )

The humidity is SO GOOD for my skin.

No - not really. But that's what I wished I had said to him while devouring a chocolate creme thingy as a Cuban performer sang a laughable rendition of Frank Sinatra's "My Way". I didn't really want the cherry but ate it anyway, coming to the conclusion that not doing so would be decidedly unspirited. I then bestowed my salad-complaining, whine ( Read more... )

" I sincerely apologize if I have been difficult or unreasonable. I have had a terribly long and taxing... life. As you can see, I have spilled my glass of wine and I'm heartily embarassed. If you could get me something in chocolate, that would be fabulous." ~ Me, to a waiter, in a half-assed steakhouse where the iceburg lettuce and pineapple salad ( Read more... )

I am in Miami. Lovely - reminds me of eastern North Carolina plus palm trees, minus the Confederacy.

I loved your love, I clung to your love, but your love was not free. Your love came at a high price. For every kiss, cuddle, and moment of warmth, there was a time of struggle, of fight, of loss. The good always came tempered with bad. Very bad. I gave all of my energy to you. I gave all of myself to you. I was so in love with you at one point that ( Read more... )

I am currently reading an excellent Hungarian novel, To Err is Divine by Agota Bozai.

The story reads in such a fashion that I am reminded of Jean-Paul Jeunet films. Fans of the cinematic wonder, Amelie , will probably enjoy this book.