I've decided to place faith in the idea that rationalizing priorities is totally based on a person's drive to accomplish, fulfill, achieve or maintain some goal or some state of existence. The drive is, in essence, one of the most basic and primitive forms of passion. This ideology can be applied to anything: brushing your teeth, tending to a ( Read more... )

"Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two." - Captain Corelli's Mandolin

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I

am

scared

to

make

my

chapbook

not

because

people

will

hate

it,

but

because

they

may

like

it

and

my

so

called

"talent"

will

prove

to

be

nothing

more

than

a

fluke;

a

mere

glimpse

of

success,

but

ultimately

nothing

more

than

beginner's

luck.

Success

is

horrifying.

I'm poor.

I'm tired.

I'm hungry.

I'm overworked.

I'm stressed out.

I'm on my period.

I'm bloated.

I'm pissed off.

I'm pissed on.

...But damn, if I don't look cute.

PS: I also love this Nelly Furtado song, and everything will be ok.

All of the linens are in the laundry, so my mother asked me to help her put a clean sheet on her mattress...A LEOPARD PRINT SHEET THAT LOOKS LIKE A PICNIC TABLE TARP AT A WHOREHOUSE OWNED BY RICK JAMES! Seriously, I think I spotted some sequins. What baffles me is why we even OWN a leopard print mattress sheet and why nobody busted their ass doing ( Read more... )

This morning, Larhonda told her man, Curtis, that she lied about being pregnant so he wouldn't leave her for another broad. In fact, she has her tubes tied and it is entirely inconceivable that she ever was and ever could be pregnant. The 3 other times they were on Maury, she didn't have good news, so whatever made Curtis think this time would be ( Read more... )

"All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers, too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time ( Read more... )

...is when an eyelash is stuck in your eye and, no matter how much you rub, you cannot get it out.

PS: I hate pop-ups. Must kill inventor of pop-ups.