After being forced to remove half my clothes and after watching a man go through my underwear with his blue latex gloves, I looked him right in the eyes, smiled as sweetly as I could, and thanked him for the indignity I had just endured. I then shuffled off to get redressed and put my suitcase back together. There is no use, of course, taking this ( Read more... )

The problem with Livejournal is that if I stop typing, walk two steps south and reach up to the top of my bookcase, I can hold--and then open and then read--a book called Papal Legislation on Sacred Music.

How can I resist?! (hint: I can't.)

Urgency like a prod fills my mind. With a regular rhythm I return to the same question: why I am sitting here peacefully? What am I leaving undone? Where should I be? What should I be doing? Who should I be? I call it Procrastination Prevention Syndrome. It takes all of the writer out of me. It is the many decisions I must make, the many things I ( Read more... )

All during the long and sweaty march of summer days I thought it would never get here. I suppose it's best to leave when Texas is the most herself. Her wide gaping sky is hung with vultures in the oppressive heat. That pale blue is populated each evening with thunderclouds that come out of nowhere and drench us for five minutes with raindrops the ( Read more... )

1. I've decided, for the sake of my own privacy, to make private an old post for every new post I make. It's a little freaky to have more of myself available for all the world to read than you could actually learn by sitting down and talking to me. I read back in the beginning and think CRAP was I ever like that ( Read more... )

Match.com, which is NOT a website I frequent, has a bucket list for single people. When I remember I'm single I get really excited about Freedom and Opportunity and Education. When I remember I'm not married I get anxious and wonder if all the Good Ones are taken ( Read more... )

Haute laufe ich, und war viel spaß. I bin fünfte Meilen gelaufen.

Uh, my grammer is rusty/

Red, white, and purple lights flashed from the front of the auditorium where the praise band was playing, shooting through the darkness of the auditorium where close to a thousand people raised their voices to God. All around me people's hands were in the air, and a few people were kneeling in the aisles, overcome. I felt a rush of excitement and ( Read more... )

My mom and I went to Round Rock last week to the "Premium Outlets." Basically this means that it's an outlet mall where you can buy things that were originally five hundred dollars for the great bargain of two hundred fifty. Raw materials, plus labor, plus packaging equals a value to society. I, the buyer, must decide if the value I personally ( Read more... )

My brother informs me that my pace isn't running--it's jogging. As far as I'm concerned, if the motion caused by this physical activity requires me to wear a sports bra, then it's running, honey. My starting pace is 10mm. I tell myself I have a long way to go--there's no rush. Slow and steady. But in my head my competition is passing me, breezing ( Read more... )