I’m trying so hard
to find something beautiful
to press upon my heart
and make
Real

searching with my back
folded ten hours a day,

forgetting the loveliness
in my own languid body
long and low

over ledgers
sheafed in manila.
Half my life
enfolded
by white office lights

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My life cannot be Arizona

WTF. I was ready to declare that Obama was going to be Prez, and in comes Sarah Palin, and all the world collapses at her manicured feet ( Read more... )

 I drove to work with no music on today. I was mad at the cats, for crapping on the floor. Weird that such trivial events can make me so crazy with anger. I know that a lot of teenagers get very angry at the world, because they are not understood, or they need attention or something. I had that rage as a teen, but I haven't grown out of it yet. I ( Read more... )

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Oh  Colin Firth, you destroy me

 I'm going to be on a plane for 15 hours with no chance for a smoke, but when I get off, I'll be in China ( Read more... )

I've always liked Augusten Burrough's writing, so I was glad to find out he has a new book coming out soon. This time it's about how fucked up his father was. The time before it was about how fucked up his mother and the people he grew up with were. All of the stuff he wrote might be true, with no embellishments, but still, I feel like there are ( Read more... )

I love my body. I really do. It gives me a lot of pleasure. It's cool to look at and It makes entertaining noises. But once in a while, the feminist "love thy body" shield weakens, and I cannot pretend not to see its faults. My stupid belly, looks to me like a whoppie cushion deflated. And I look at the gazelle-like bodies of my peers, and I sigh.

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