I am ...so full. Really, really.

I am not wishing you well. I am wishing terrible things befall you, wishing you're heartbroken and miserable, broke and stressed. It's not right but I think it's a good sign.

I do not forgive you.

Yet.

He is jealous for me ( Read more... )

We live in a world where earthquakes strike the most destitute countries, not once but twice; where sick babies are drains on our resources, not beautiful, amazing creations who need us; a world where all of the ugliness seems so impossibly huge that how can I possibly fight it? This is the world I live in. And some days the fact just buries me ( Read more... )

Am I ready to laugh with you? Am I ready? Nothing else makes me smile that wide anymore.

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For the last eight years, everyone has had a freakin field day pointing out every slip of the tongue George W. Bush ever had the audacity to commit. In light of this, I certainly hope that after his speech last night, someone took a moment to point out two very important historical facts to Barack Obama ( Read more... )

I wish that I knew now what I'll know when I'm older.

Unhappy, fed up, restless. So not much out of the ordinary. I am tired of my job where I am much too valuable to be so grossly underpaid, and I am tired of even looking for another-- mostly because of not finding one. I'm at my sister's in VA right now (after having cajoled my boss into giving me the week off), one place I'd be happy to live, at ( Read more... )

I cannot for the life of me imagine why any of us who have the choice live here. I'm trying, actually, to imagine a circumstance under which I could possibly hate this place any more.