I've decided to have a fresh start for the new year, so I've created a new journal account: originstories. I'm sort of hesitant about adding all of you back myself, because I'm not sure if you'd like to keep me on your list. So, if you could add me there, it would be great!

( Read more... )

It's night

and a numbered beauty
lapses at the wind,

chortles with the
branches of a tree,

giggles,

plays shadow dance
with a dead kite,

cajoles affection
from falling leaves,

and knows four
other things.

One is the color
of your hair.

- Richard Brautigan, "Nine Things"

July is a swirl, I'm feeling so good. Drove down to San Diego yesterday for the Fourth, and got my cheeks decidedly toasted. My skin feels warm and sensitive to touch, but the redness helps mask my frequent blushing spells. We camped out in the park on the Embarcadero, counting freckles and flying kites while laying on our backs. The fireworks ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

The past few days have been quite chilly, so I have been staying inside, wrapped in blankets and drinking hot chocolate. I've taken in a number of movies, too. I saw Brick for the first time on Thursday, and I really enjoyed it. I was stringing lights on the Christmas tree and actually had to stop and sit on my knees, right up close to the ( Read more... )

There is a lot I want and need to say, yet the words simply don't spill out as easily as they used to. I've changed my way of thinking about something very important, but I don't know how I can accurately explain it to you. It all came about after talking with Irene last Tuesday, me sitting on her uncomfortable sofa, hands in my pockets. She sat ( Read more... )

Transience, transcendence - moving beyond my self-imposed limits.

I was sitting on a metal bench with a faceless boy I've never met. He asked me what my favorite part of my body was.

"I don't know. Nothing."

"There's got to be something. It's your body, you have to live with it for the rest of your life. There's got to be."

I just cried and said, "My hands."

I fell asleep at ten o'clock last night, which is incredibly early for me, and my sleep was so restful that I remembered all sorts of things I thought I had forgotten. Like the plastic bowls we ate Cheerios out of in after school care at Whittier, and the boy I had a crush on in first grade because he had a rat tail wore an earring, his name was ( Read more... )