I have an overactive imagination.

They were golf club holders.

Not three handed, thumbless mittens.

I wish.

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Went to a haunted house tonight.

My heart raced faster than Japanese school girls and was going to shoot out my chest cavity.

Amy felt it, giggled and hugged me like crazy

I adore her.

I made two references to the afterlife in the last post ( Read more... )

He's sitting too close to us it's making me uncomfortable. We stand and I am tempted to record him talking about ducks and ponds and menimmumummmerr the English language is failing him. I'm scared to death he'll hear the beeping of the machine and that too much mayhem even for my liking will ensue ( Read more... )

I feel bright inside and dull outside.

Or bright outside and dull inside.

I can't tell which.

There is a general dimness surrounding me this morning.

To get over it:

Pull my hair back and take a good look at myself ( Read more... )

Have started recording strangers voices.

Conversations.

Feels wrong.

Doing it anyways.

9:12am ( Read more... )

I woke myself up laughing in my sleep this morning, and I realized that while this used to be a frequent occurrence it hasn't happened in some time ( Read more... )

...had been thinking of the definition of "real men" recently, and wonder if the idea exists differently now than it did before, or if maybe if the following notion belongs solely to me ( Read more... )

I have become incredibly brave as of late it's even surprising to myself.

I, for whatever reasons, am not afraid of the possible downsides. As if nothing bad, as bad as it could be, would disrupt the harmony and happiness that I have right now.

Who knew I even had it in me?

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Hours later, I wonder if I am making all this up.

Snuggled up in the biggest, frumpiest, sweater I could find, I battled a brief work standstill, stress, and lack of sleep by indulging in girl things and grooming today ( Read more... )