It amazes me, all the good "friends" I have. The people that I know, when I am out having a good time and meeting someone new, who will step in and go out of their way to prevent me from experiencing something new for my wellbeing. Praise the lord I have such good friends ( Read more... )

I sit here amongst stacks of papers, with the cold chill of spring lingering in the room though the window has long since been closed. I decided after my jaunt to lunch to come back home and finish putting this place in order. Of course, instead of doing that I climbed on the couch with a blanket and listened to some music as I broke open the ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt that I had to pass this house on the way to my El station and there was a big snow pile in front of it that I had to sled down to get by. It was right on the main street and I hated going past it because Hayden Christensen lived there and we did not get along ( Read more... )

I just found myself staring out the window for who knows how long. I had the most bizarre perception during that time. At first, it seemed the window was nothing more than a television screen showing me these one dimensional images of a world untouchable ( Read more... )

I finished reading ’The Soul Of A Man Under Socialism’ this morning and I felt it was one of the best works of Wilde’s I have read. Much, if not all of the essay was completely identifiable to me and made me feel even more of a kindred spirit with the man that ever before ( Read more... )

I left here yesterday at ten to four. I really should be more careful, but I was tired and quite done for the day. Dearest was starting to irritate me over email even though he was home sick, so I decided to hike it to the train. It’s only a little under two miles to the station but my legs were burning halfway there. A sure sign of my extreme ( Read more... )

Misery? Gone ( Read more... )

What I did. What I didn’t do. Why and why not?

1. See John Mayer Live- The second week of January, I was afforded the opportunity to see John at a special morning broadcast of Eric and Kathy at the Mix that took place at the House of Blues. A chance I have since talked about in abundance that I could not have accomplished without the grace of ( Read more... )

Dial-up is so excruciatingly painful, but I feel I must write a little before bed. It was actually a fairly active evening as evenings go ( Read more... )

There is no where to start because what I have to say has no beginning ( Read more... )