At the moment, i get more satisfaction hidden under covers, flipping pages in books, or forcing my body to run up endless hills until my toes get numb. Drinking doesn't appeal to me. Running away does ( Read more... )

I haven't been single for more than a three month period of time in over 8 years.
I haven't been single since most people have known me.
Maybe it's really time.
Yikes.

I go to the bed and sit on the edge, sinking into the plush down comforter and the feather bed below. I feel a prick of good fortune an awareness that I am lucky to have such a nice bed to sit on during my anxiety attack ( Read more... )

Our timing is all off.
It kills me.
It's Saturday night, snow is falling.
I'm going to read all night and I'm pretty excited about it.
Some nights are for nothing.
That's tonight.

So I won't use it. But I hate living at my house. There's no peacefulness. There are constantly underage kids drinking (which was great, when i was one). Now I come back from running and a nice night out with a bottle of wine and dinner with friends and don't really like to be greeted with table hockey upstairs and people that have introduced ( Read more... )

It is telling me that I should "Gleek" on anything and everything possible. Do you remember gleeking from junior high? When all the boys used to do it to girls they liked on the playground? Yeah. There's a time and a place for every thing and for some reason, I don't think this is a great idea!

Gleeking, who knew.

I've said it before, and I guess I'll say it again ( Read more... )

Keeping my head on straight and things slow. Head straight, things slow...

I haven't written in here in a while, again.
Maybe because I'm smiling too much.
I like how things are. In every which way.
No complaints.
Nervous though, but happy.

A little fly, in a glass of milk. Drink, drink, drinking up.