i don't have much to say and polite conversation soon falls to awkward silence. disappointed with my social skills, or lack thereof, and unable to find a clever word, i sit in a romote pool chair observing those more adept at speech than I, simply occupying space, adding body to the group; i am space filler. not one admirable trait displays itself ( Read more... )

kickball f**king RULES!!! so much fun, wow, gotta do it again sometime. i think it's funny that we went to a park to play wholesome kid games and missy's mom thought there was something fishy about it. ha! lets revert back to childhood. next week - ultimate frisbee. hells yeah ( Read more... )

alright, here we go... drum roll please. i think, no. i'm thinking about being a debutante. there, that didn't hurt too much. so much for disestablishmentarianism, god! yeah i'm going to follow in the footsteps of my older siblings instead of forging my own path, what a let down. i always saw the debutantes as some corrupted societal ceremony for ( Read more... )

it snowed on the day we brought Roman home from the birthing ward, looking like a ball of fluff from bundling up for the cold. yes, it snows in texas. snowing, but only sweater wheather. snow flurries swished and danced along the road on the way to christmas eve mass. as trite as it may sound, he is a miracle, a wonderful pink miniature adult with ( Read more... )

Roman Nicholas Payan was born in the wee hours of the morning on the 22nd of december. wow... its a baby! very excited to be an auntie

strange couple of days. these bonds.. they're gonna break, and frankly, it's about time. light a fire, watch it burn, and see whats left when the smoke subsides.

i'm killing a southern belle.

you, the smell of raw skin, the touch of your lips, you. your candy-sweet kiss, your hands on my hips. your perfect incongruities, you. all i want.

it's almost 5:30 and it feels like morning. i'm just now waking up, wishing last night were a dream. shit. i don't take my chances or play my cards right, so now i regret things that i've done and haven't done. last night went too far and not far enough. i need the morning sun to wash this from me, bathe me in warmth 'cause this shit is cold. i don ( Read more... )

still ensuing

the drama ensues