I have some strong feelings about journals. I have strong feelings about lots of things- but journals are near and dear to me, so we'll start there. I have had one or five for years, as long as I can remember. I'm not really religious about writing in them, but I enjoy having them. To say enjoy makes it sound trite and its not, but that is not the ( Read more... )

I have been feeling really disconnected from everything this past week, though I'm not really sure why. I think it is belated birthday depression. Every year for the past few years I have started freaking out about my birthday weeks before it actually occurs. This normally leads to me spending way way too much money on christmas presents and ( Read more... )

When I was approached today on my way out of the supermarket by some people from Toys for Tots, I was all about it. Until they started showing toys that I could "buy" that cost more than I spend on people I know and love and/or are related to ( Read more... )

The fact that I can totally find out about people I used to know through various internet sights is greatly disturbing to me. Granted, I'm sure everyone does the random check on an old boyfriend or an old friend or enemy. The fact that I have given into this makes me think that people could, in theory, do the same to me. Its kind of like when you ( Read more... )

Its so nice when things work out better than you had planned. That job you weren't going to take ends up promoting you. That relationship you never thought would happen has turned into something you never thought you would have ( Read more... )

On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )

As many of you may or may not yet know, my grandfather sadly lost his fight with brain cancer this past week ( Read more... )

I am trying to quit smoking and its killing me.
I miss the slow crawl of smoke down my throat, the security of packs and lighters, something to always do with my hands, being able to blame my watery eyes on the smoke.
But I love being able to look at you clearly, without the fog. Burying my head in yr shoulder, i can fill my lungs with you instead.

there was a time when i would have given you everything. instead of accepting, you mired yourself in doubt, anchored with past discretions. so sure of failing, you closed up shop early and moved out of town ( Read more... )

Coming home was not as easy as I thought. My things are scattered and misshapen in this room. They are big and awkward and impossible, like the dreams of childhood. I pace the halls a hundred times, like I have hundreds of times before. It is a different sort of pacing, the kind that is weighed down with dissappointment and worry. I cannot get ( Read more... )