My favorite part of reading "The Good Earth" by Pearl S. Buck was the use of the phrase "Well, and yes." It was before I ever read Vonnegut or anyone who used phrases as literary devices and it made me love the story. To me it seemed like the phrase became a character of its own as the book progressed and Wang Lung went from rural poverty to ( Read more... )

Hanging in there. That's all we can do. I'm doin' it. I'm doin' it!

Also, please be advised that I have gone back into full hipster mode and I now own my own record player and several records. I'm not scratching, so don't get your hopes up.

I must stop being so impulsive. Also, gotta reign in this drinking thing.

I wonder if my problem is I make people feel like they are enough, and then try to encourage them to be more.

Number of girlfriends who have openly expressed interest in moving to a totally other state or country after we broke up: 4.

Runaway from me baby. Runaway.

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Sorry for all the lame whiney posts. Angst is demon bitch. Love is a demon bitch.

What do you call an elephant that doesn't matter?

An irrelephant.

Fick butches.

Continuing in the paradigm of my last several LJ entries, I don't know what I need.

I think I want what I need.

I know I want some sort of relationship stability. I know I want whomever is in a relationship with me to see it as a careful partnership in which we each work together to support each other and build each other up, not undermine our ( Read more... )

You say things and you do things and you can't take them back. You try to explain why you did them, but then it sounds like you are justifying them or excusing them, like it was OK to be like that. You try and apologize and it just puts a see-thru curtain over the window. The truth still shines in ( Read more... )

Letting go. I do not do that well. I can drop little stuff, but letting go of love is not my specialty.

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