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It feels like no time to be thinking of subject lines
What am I supposed to be saying here? Why did I get so frantic and irritated that my hands started shaking when my internet connection wasn't working a minute ago and I thought I wouldn't be able to post anything? What am I going to post, anyway? Something to diffuse all the scattered thoughts that seem to be running around in my head and in my ( Read more... ) -
She calls me 'cause I'm still awake
Hillary just called me.
Ben is dead. -
December is for cynics
This morning Blaine and I were out doing holiday shopping with the little tykes in the backseat of the car, and we drove by a marquee for the Nutcracker. I squealed, "Oh, Blaine, we should take the kids ( Read more... ) -
Maybe not hard enough
Last night, I dreamed that I left Blaine. The next day, he started dating someone else, a hoity-toity, wealthy brunette woman named Marie. But he was sending me love letters that begged me to return. Marie knew it ( Read more... ) -
Who Invented Roses?
Sometimes I feel like failed potential ( Read more... ) -
I Remember December
I don't know why this is coming back now ( Read more... ) -
Why are you crying?
I don't like stories that end with someone dying. I think I used to think it was beautiful or romantic or something, but now I think that living is a lot more beautiful and a lot more romantic ( Read more... ) -
I was born to lead a double life
The change in season has me thinking about summer, thinking about the summer that Blaine and I first fell in love, thinking how a whole summer felt packed into that last month, and how it was so, so hot. And no matter how hot it was, Blaine always wore his tennis shoes. Always. I wore sandals or went barefoot when I could. Blaine even got me to ( Read more... ) -
Why the troublemakers?
I had an erotic dream about Heaven last night (Heaven, we haven't heard a peep from you in a long time. Hope all is well with you and Moses. When is Moses going to get a livejournal, by the way?) In my dream, Blaine and I were fooling around. He slipped his hand between my legs and suddenly it wasn't a man's hand anymore, it was a woman's. I looked ( Read more... ) -
Scorching my blood
Blaine and I are fighting again ( Read more... )