I found a journal tonight as I shopped for Tonna's baby shower. Or rather, it found me ( Read more... )

But everyone's gone and I need to sort through things. Perhaps if I lay it out this way, I can analyze it like I do everything else, to the point of non-existence ( Read more... )

This is the last entry.

I've learned from this experience. I'm still learning. And in my head, I know I've done what I've needed to do.

When my heart agrees with it, I shall be altogether a better person.

But right now, I grieve. In the realization that I have to quit digging my heals and make decisions just for me.

My God, I'm really doing

I'm sitting on my couch, having chocolate milk for dinner. That's right, as the entree, not merely the beverage. It's not that I have no groceries, I just can't bare to make anything ( Read more... )

"All my life I wanted to be someone; I guess I should have been more specific."
-Jane Wagner

T minus 28 days til my birthday...aka...national day of mourning. (an the anniversary of the Ghettysburg Address)

Why is it that one of my characteristics cannot be apathy ( Read more... )

Home again. The couch in my cozy apartment was calling my name. Life would be beautiful if we never had to drive. I used to find solace in a long drive ( Read more... )

Tonight, thunder rolls outside my window. I watched an electric light show as I drove north toward home.

Tomorrow I think I'll go to the beach and look for glass puddles.

But tonight I'm alone with my thoughts, in a room full of people. I think I'll head to bed.

I just wanted to say, "You're welcome," for the Timberland apparel you will be sporting this winter as I freeze my ass of in my target mittens and hat ( Read more... )

Tonight, I was supposed to come home, after an agitating day, strip off my clothes, step into the bath and make a sorry attempt to erase the day ( Read more... )