does anyone else turn on the tvguide channel and wind up forgetting that they were looking for something to watch on a real channel?  twenty-six minutes on this channel, and counting.

okay, anyone actually want to hear about my real life?  let's take it back a two weeks for a five-minute rundown: I saw Pat Videau off to Hawaii and sang shanties with ( Read more... )

 so way, way back before my brother got himself a car, he used the minivan to commute to work and had an EZpass on the dashboard.  I assumed it had made the move to the new car with him, and didn't discover that it was still attached until after handing my money to the woman at the toll booth and starting to idle forward.  I almost asked for the ( Read more... )

1. today I've broken the surface again. semblance-of-sane rachel has returned. three cheers for that. I certainly go to extremes ( Read more... )

so, I've packed into the last forty-eight hours at least the amount of self-loathing, melancholy and anger allotted to the average month. in that time I became pretty angry at an old friend, learned a new word for how I'm inadequate, decided to return to an old flaw, thought better of it, went to have surgery, didn't have surgery, made my mother ( Read more... )

sat outside and watched the storm tonight. fireworks have nothing on lightning.

if I could do it, I'd make someday a set point and date, and people could finally see their hopes made real ( Read more... )

it's hard to be free when you're down on your knees.
take it easy 'til you make it alone.

you can't have my mind anymore. today I start getting you out, one little bit at a time.


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8:26 am: good morning, mother. no, you didn't wake me up. well, maybe you did, just a little. no, of course I don't mind. ok...ok...uh huh. I don't know. I'll try. ok, I'd like to get back to sleep now. oh, did I make you mad? I'm sorry. it's just, I haven't gotten enough sleep in days, and I could have slept another two hours. I'm sorry. ok. didn' ( Read more... )

a family...yeah.

a family...some ancient cultures believed that before a baby was concieved, its spirit, floating about in the great matter of the world, chose the family into which it would be born based on the lessons it needed to learn. I don't know that I chose my blood family. I don't even know if I chose this family of sorts, or whether some ( Read more... )