I was sitting in my car tonite and "maggie may" came on the radio. & i guess i've never really listened to the lyrics. But they are basically my thoughts on our relationship (metaphorically, anyways) put to music:

Maggie Mae by Rod StewartWake up, Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you ( Read more... )

O, i cannot wait for corpse bride! But i'm sad that i even know about it because september will not come soon enough ( Read more... )

I'm watching the dogs for my father. He and sharron went to wisconsin. Before they left, i fell asleep on his shoulder. I can't look at him with his body wasting away and his beard awkwardly thin as well. & that scar that peeks above his equally worn shirt's collar and creeps down to his belly. So i look down. Or up. Because the sight of him makes ( Read more... )

I went to the hospital for hours every day my father was there ( Read more... )

Most of my dresses look like flour sacks on me now. I don't have time for tailoring.
I attempted to break up with patrick last night. & he just says no, we're not breaking up. But i was actually serious.

I think.

v.

So i had a nightmare last night: he quit. I went to his door and on it was hanging a sign that read: "out of service." Isn't that ominous. In my nightmare i ripped down the sign and shattered the glass panes. In reality, i was ripping down everything on my walls and splintering the panelling with my fists ( Read more... )

I love patrick because he makes up a restaurant called pizzaville and even makes up a jingle just to see me pout before he takes me to my favorite mexican restaurant in the world. Just so he can see my face. & because i look at him and see the most beautiful man in the world. If i were to have babies with him i would never want to stop.

(No, she ( Read more... )

I cut open my left index finger and it has forced me to alter my typing style. It makes writing a paper rather miserable ( Read more... )

I haven't eaten since saturday. I haven't wanted to. I was already losing weight, but i can now take all of my jeans off without unbuttoning them. Blame it on melancholia. & the twenty-one credits i am now taking. My history class will be hardest. & i have ms. mitchell for two classes and i think she now adores me (this is advantageous as it makes ( Read more... )

School started yesterday. I didn't attend; i am such a rebel. Or a complete basketcase. I don't know where i want to go next year. I'm enforcing a lengthy break from patrick. I need to clear my head (it is obviously not working). My mother and kay are my best friends. We loitered at the oasis and i gawked at the distance between glass wall and ( Read more... )