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The sun shines golden, like melted butter on the trees as the train inches forward. To be fair, it's faster then that, but I always want the roaring speed that seems to be tied to their existence. Instead, I get this snail's pace that makes me ache for the places I'm going; or the places I've been. I watch the houses pass and wonder at their ( Read more... )

I got a present today, it was as unexpected as finding wifi in this airport, and as wonderful as having a teddy bear to fly with. I miss Aso - and seeing the journal entry with "I love you" was wonderful. I love you too, with all my heart, and with your very late, very cute birthday present that is sitting on my shelves at home. It will be sent... ( Read more... )

I need words to explain how I feel at the moment, and somehow, they elude me. They dance at the tip of my fingers, but never seem to take form. I look out the window of the subway train, and seem them shimmering in the lights that go by. Sad, grieving, in love, wishful... emotions some would label as emotional, or sentimental, or desperate. Me? I ( Read more... )

Back from New York City.\Wednesday-Friday ( Read more... )

I should be in bed right now... sleeping... but somehow I'm not tired, guess i should skip the coffee at 11 at night ( Read more... )

I worked with Bob today... aka, we sat around googling him... and finding all the random references the world has to him. It's strange the connections we find ourselves stuck with. I google myself, and three things come up, a "quiz" Emma and I wrote about guys "who wants to date Asha", a newspaper article about graduation, and an obit for my ( Read more... )

I'm trying to sort out what's in my head at the moment. and it comes down to - I want out. I want things simple again. I want to be alone, and I want to be okay with being alone. I'm angry at him - for all the wrong reasons. and I want to be alone with that anger - I don't want to take it out on him, or anyone else. I simply want... to seep in this ( Read more... )

so at last I've got a desk, and real bookshelves... the kind that hold all of my books, art supplies (what's left after two zillion moves and even more clean and throw away scourges.) the room feels a lot smaller, and there's wasted space behind the secretary and desk... but I'm ok with it. suddenly, i have a place to play. that and. I've got a ( Read more... )

lets be honest. I've got way too many unresolved issues with ... Dark, Eric, Alicia (and in that order)... I've populated my world with bitter memories that I'm holding onto... two of them I loved, and one of them I was infatuated with (in an unsexual/unromantic way). Perhaps the last is the hardest because I know her through someone who -does- ( Read more... )