"The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it ( Read more... )

She's forever the gypsy, going wherever the wind takes her.

I'm sure she doesn't toss and turn all night, her head filled with dreams of me, of what could have been, of what is supposed to be.

I wish I was as free as she is.

I think I'm going back on the protein bar and vodka diet. It worked so well last time.

First Name: Brianna ( Read more... )

In some odd turn of events, Hurricane Frances brought me 2 kittens. Tiny little orphaned kittens, about 3-4 weeks old. They're adorable little black balls of fuzz, barely sure of their footing on their wobbly black legs. They came with some fleas, which I've managed to keep out of my house entirely for at least the last 3 years, and they're too ( Read more... )

I'm ever more considering the seriousness of the possibility of my moving to Atlanta or Boston. This hurricane business has me cranky. I hate Florida. I hate that it's summer here 10 months out of the year. I'm not a beach person. I hate having to run the air conditioning constantly. I miss having the windows open and welcoming a cool breeze ( Read more... )

By some mysterious turn of events, I think I may be entering a manic phase. I got through cleaning my bathroom. No big deal right? But I REALLY cleaned my bathroom. Scrubbed the walls, ceilings, baseboards, trim, doors, toilet, shower, sink, counter, cabinets and every object contained in the entire room. I cleaned the hairdryer, for God's ( Read more... )

I can't have both. I know that. I knew it from the beginning, and in every moment since then. Even when it seemed like I could. I hate not being confident and self-assured enough to make a firm decision and stick with it. I'm so afraid of the unknown. So afraid of change. So afraid that everything will crumble around me ( Read more... )

Twice in the last month, driving home from your house, I've seen a coyote. The last time I saw a coyote on the vast expanse of road and nothingness leading to my parents' house was when you still watched me from afar and I was still wearing copious amounts of black eyeliner ( Read more... )

Very odd indeed. Last night at IBar proved to be a veritable who's who of my formative years ( Read more... )