Riding on a lil' red scooter from Healdsburg along Westside road to Sweetwater Springs on a warm early fall day to end with a quiet beer and long read in Armstrong Woods . . might just be the perfect day.

HA HA HA

ALL YOUR BOOZE ARE BELONG TO ME!

I just joined the Mary Russell Holmes community. I am a terrible addict.
I got a typewriter recently. Poetry is flowing out of me at a rate of 2 verses a day. I feel much better.
My car is dying. The mechanic says the engine will need to be rebuilt.
And, I am getting a tattoo soon.

All is fresh in my brave new world of summer.

What the FUCK ( Read more... )

Well, as if my day couldn't get any worse (which is what I believed 10 minutes ago) . . . our contractor fucked up our roof to the point where it started leaking into my bookshelf and now a bunch of my books are all moldy.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

My life is seriously unfair right now.

So. Two useful websites I have discovered ( Read more... )

FUCK.ANGST.

WTF pirate livejournal?

'Twas my dad's birfday today. Tomorrow I bake cookies and continue the quest for The Last Speck of Dust In My Room.

In the spirit of the defunct 23words and my own bitterness:

I'm sorry that there's nothing I can do
except morph into someone that doesn't
share
my face or name. I can't like her.

I hate my infra-person chemical reactions. They suck.

The word 'scrofulous' however, is my new favorite addition to my lexicon.