On my floor there is a unicorn tangled in the wires of an original Nintendo ( Read more... )

I am drinking wine, eating birthday chocolate, and applying for jobs.

This can only end well.

Train rides are like memories.  The present speeds past, and you look up, only gaining clarity as it fades away.

Age.  I am getting old, folks.  Now now, this is not a pity party.  But more of a generalized...wow, damn, really?  feeling.  There was a snow day at work so the owner's three daughters were running everywhere.  They were cute and entertaining.  And the 2 year old managed to cover her face in pink doughnut frosting and walked around saying 'pink!' ( Read more... )

Do you want to know what I want more than anything ( Read more... )

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I love you. You are mine. You cannot love anything else, because I love you.

We all want someone to love us, to give themselves, all of them..to us. But, is there any adult that truly wants to give over everything solely to another person? Their love. Their trust. Their shame. Their joy ( Read more... )

Two close friends told me in the same day that they 'don't know who I am' / feel that I've been scattered lately ( Read more... )

A string of responses to this - (found on bitchphd.blogspot.com)

(You know, I've followed U of M sports my whole life and never understood why they call themselves Gophers. I mean, c'mon. Gophers? The Hell?)

Responses:

Oh, and U of Minnesotans are Gophers because half the campus is underground (easier getting around in snowbound winters). Tunneling ( Read more... )

Not having a car is it's own particular brand of poison.