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Living Alone
While sitting alone in a one bedroom apartment at nine p.m.one can start to wonder... what do I do now? Rather than drinking yourself into oblivion, try these suggestions ( Read more... ) -
Morning
"It's like what I say about teaching... they run us like a business rather than an insitute of higher learning." It's the same old argument at the same old kitchen table. The clock reads seven fifty and my coffee is already cold. It looks like rain and when I open the blinds, I can see there's no one walking down the block. Not even the runners ( Read more... ) -
February brings March
Sunshine feels warm to the touch. As if I could reach right out and shake hands with it. Introduce myself as the grass and explain to it the color of green. Like cool air with the smell of wood. It's seasoned, but not salty ( Read more... ) -
The fairest of the commons
Hand bones and fish nails stuck to the wall again. Will they ever come down this way and hang around in the air some day? With no care and no strings, I want to just sit in the open with the sun light hitting the fairest of the commons. The frayed rope knot pressed firmly into my hand, it will leave an imprint like none other. Permanent memory. The ( Read more... ) -
Shame
Should I choose the one of me in black lace, squinting in the sun light, or the one of me standing in the kitchen with hair scattered around my face? The photographs are all the same. Half me, half hidden or somewhere else entirely. I don’t look like myself for a reason - I’m boring if there’s not something else going on.
I desperately peruse the ( Read more... ) -
The Volunteer Job.
Once again I'm sitting in bed debating the pros and cons of going in to volunteer at the mental health clinic ( Read more... ) -
Recount
calories: 1400 ( Read more... ) -
The Numbers Game
Number of Gossip Girl episodes watched: 3
Number of calories consumed: 1400
Number of times I've gone out of the house: 2
Number of text messages I've sent my ex: 5
Number of times I've lost my purse: 1
Numbers dialed on the telephone: 0
Number of outfits tried on: 3
Number of hours before going out: 2 -
Dad around the holidays.
So we all survived the end of the world. In fact, other than Dad telling me he was no longer going to support me after a couple years, things seemed relatively normal. Dad’s been acting weird again - his lying is acting up which means he’s under a lot of stress. This time on the phone he told me that Mom had written him an email saying that he ( Read more... ) -
Break #1294
I guess I haven’t really been writing much lately because things have stabled some since taking the abilify. I feel pretty good usually but I guess today is just ‘one of those days.’ I got into another fight with Bob the other night.
He was upset I went to a bar and drank with this guy I'm friends with. I didn’t plan on meeting him there, I just ( Read more... )