Goodbye, cruel world! Oh, how you've tormented me from the first breath I've taken of your sweet, pained air!

If you believe that acting, then I think you should be shot. Still, I am leaving. This journal. You'll find me over at, uh, whatsitsname...

kaladbolg

So go find me there. Friend me if you'd like -- I'm open to having friends to continue ranting at. FYI ( Read more... )

It's that awkward dance, the in-between time of indecision. My words came with more caution. Goofy antics and gentlemanly gestures were the color of action. Blood simmered; it did not boil. I did not think of the dreaded L-word -- not once.

How did things change? You never asked for me to be more than a friend; your every protest registered in my ( Read more... )

Brian Haskins was right.

For the sake of truth, let's start there. He once said of me, "He's in love with being in love." He was right. I wanted it to be so. So much so, that I deceived myself three times in the span of two years. So much so that I tormented two young women - two good friends - who might otherwise have become as close as I needed ( Read more... )

This past holiday involved a frightening drive home from Lincoln, New Hampshire. The backlash:

In some way - large or small - I love you all. If you're freaked out, ask. But... near-death experiences do this stuff to me.

So, today I managed to do the math on raising tuition at North Shore. I realized that, existing on twenty-five dollars a week - barely enough for a tank of gas - I can raise one semester's fees and such in seven months. Not counting what I already have squirreled away - a paltry six hundred dollars.

I'm just starting to think: Did this new goal come ( Read more... )

The first thing I noticed about her was... In a manner of speaking, it was how open she was. Most people would call it "perverse". The same word came to mind to describe the interactions of her theater friends - and many of mine. Of course, I realized shortly that, when I saw it in Beci, it was a decidedly desirable quality. Many of you may laugh, ( Read more... )

So, Ipswich PD won't let my mother press charges on the breaking and entering because there was not an immediate 9-1-1 call. The detective said it sounds "fishy" because we just wanted to get through the damn night with some sleep.

I, for one, am getting tired of small-town politics. Give me a big-city or the middle of nowhere any day. Feel free to ( Read more... )

Three-ten A.M.
I hear a tap-tap-tapping at my windowpane.
Grating, sliding metal in the frame--
A shadowy figure turns in the corner.

No, I'm not trying to rival Poe in my scary stories. It's almost three-thirty in the morning -- I am never functional at this time of night. Unfortunately, not ten minutes ago, I awoke, thinking I was being robbed, ( Read more... )

Perchance the title speaks for itself. And yes, it is irredeemably correct: I have not written anything new in over a year -- not since, God strike me down, Beverly Benedetto's "creative" writing class. (Indeed, I am still bitter that such a shrew has dominion over an entire high school's literature.)

Such a devastating year as yielded its ups and ( Read more... )

Two hours ago, I sold my soul to the Devil. To get out of a freakin' speeding ticket.

Not many of you know this, but I have a "relative" or two in the Danvers Police Department. Harry Pratt, Sr. -- my mother's stepfather -- and his son, who has no relation to me. Not even legally, since Harry remarried after my grandmother died. And so, on the wings ( Read more... )