I just realized that another year of my life will have passed come Sunday ( Read more... )

Talked to Mom this morning after calling frantically from 7am on. I cried myself to sleep, awake, and then back to sleep again several times. It's beautiful outside. I want Adam to come home and go do something outside. And then I don't want him anywhere near me. Confusion reins. I think I'm going to go to church after work. All four hours of ( Read more... )

I'm browsing the Patriot Cinema website and I see the coming attractions:

TO ADAM:

"I want to see the Hill's Have Eyes"

TO ME:

"I want to see the trees have ears."

I'm a domestic wifey at heart. I can't help it; so I embrace it. My morning normally beginnings around 8am. I walk around the town doing the job thing (awesome news about this photography store..they want me and I will be paid quite well...more than I ever have at any other job), come home do some laundry hang it on the clothesline, do the ( Read more... )

Ok, we all know I'm a bitch ( Read more... )

Sex and the City/Devil's game with the women ( Read more... )

I walk downstairs ( Read more... )

The basement dreams don't stop. And I long for my Adam. I hate myself ( Read more... )

What I didn't know is that stairs would remain a life-long fear. I had a thing for basements even before. He lived down there. My friends didn't say much about it, but I could tell that they were at least a little curious. I would walk down there at night when he came home and sit on the steps. When I was little I would wear my teeny ballet ( Read more... )

I got a shower this morning and changed the sheets on my bed. I decided that I would like to make some seashell salad but there wasn't any tuna. I ate some cheese. Got sick. I am never eating cheese again ( Read more... )