7 1/2 years of friendship.
And in the end ... what was I worth?

Not a jot in a note.
Not a chance to let go properly.

Now it's time to pick up pieces.
And put away the bandages.

I need to say goodbye.

I came across this Shakespeare quote the other day. Ha, appropriateness!

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

Prospero, in The Tempest, act 5, sc. 1, l. 25-8.

The last time I did anything for NYE was 2001. And to be honest, it seems longer ago than that. I consider NYE to be a social event, a gala event, a time for friends and lovers to be together. Since all my friends are, well, whatever, and I haven't a lover - my invitation to this annual tradition is often lost ( Read more... )

No other word exists but WEIRD ( Read more... )

A grey-blue cloud hung over this house in a West Virginia valley. Whispering subtle dangers, frustrations - and weak-weak-weakness.

Very strange day, it says. Very strange. Like Buttercup and Humperdinck's wedding. 'Very strange wedding.' But she kissed me.

The Master Requiem. Remember? Neither really about masters nor requiems, but about The ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I talked about anything - anything not really important ( Read more... )

Yesterday was absolutely beautiful. Sunshine. Warm temperatures. Wind enough to swirl around the leaves. I went to the park. Talked to a lanky, elderly chappie smoking a pipe. Pipe's make men trustworthy. But he was congenial. We wished each other vast enjoyment of the day ( Read more... )

My aunt and I had an argument last night. We often argue, because we often don't agree about anything. Other than that, we get along very well, a lot better if I keep my mouth shut ( Read more... )

Well, I'm back. - Again. For today and tomorrow - then I'm off again. (Minneapolis, NYC ( Read more... )