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Change Don't Come Easily...
Change don't come easily...
What does this have to do with me?
It's a great big universe and I feel really puny, like a tiny spec of dust about the size of Mickey Rooney...
Who is going to change the world? Is it me? I am just a peon on a great big planet- what can I possibly do? I've been asking myself this all day. Today was such a strange day ( Read more... ) -
Ooo, I'm lovin' those hands...
Hey you,
You have beautiful hands, did you know that? I could just look at them all day. You have strong hands- controlled hands, manly hands, focused, steady hands. The artist's hand, creating, making, doing. Those hands would feel so nice if they were holding mine. Your grasp wouldn't be too tight, or too loose, they wouldn't be sweaty or ( Read more... ) -
It's writing season
Or at least it is at the current moment. Tomorrow I may change my mind. I have several different journals. Myspace blog, xanga, facebook, and now I've gotten a blogspot.
So I've started writing again. Well, I never stopped writing, I just stopped writing on the internet for the most part, but now I'm up for the challenge again. My first topic ( Read more... ) -
Always changing...
I'm going to be making a livejournal for only my NaNoWriMo novel... I think. -
Experiment 262
"You can't miss what you never had," she said shoving her fingers up her nose.
"What are you doing?" her best friend asked.
"I heard that in Ancient Egypt, when a person was being mummified-"
"Mummified?"
"Mummified. Anyway, I heard, they used a long hook, and stuck it up the corpse's nose, and then they pulled out its brains," she said.
"Eeeew, that' ( Read more... ) -
About Time
Making my way through the open door. Got some love and I got so much more, and I'm ready, and it's about time.
-Jamie Cullum
God, I am still dissappointed. I am still hurting. I am afraid. I can trust you for a lot of things, but in this area, it is so difficult to really put all of my hopes into your arms. I want to believe in spite of my fears ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Dear God,
Please tell me who I am and where I belong. I don't know anything anymore.
Yours,
Annie -
Letters
I got a letter from Nomi. It was so happy, I cried. -
In all my weirdness, He loves and laughs over me...
When I was in the third grade, I used to hang out with these boys in my neighborhood: Nicolas, his little brother (whose name escapes my memory), and Andrew. I was a tomboy, of course, and one day, we were talking about our dead pets. I mentioned that my cat (Tigger) was buried in the back yard, and somehow, I got the idea that digging him up ( Read more... )