Shame on you. What makes you think anything you've done in the last few days was a good idea?

Shame on me for thinking you'd changed.

I've been trying to act like it doesn't bother me. but it does. and what bothers me more is that you don't seem to care about anybody but yourself, furthering my understanding that you've learned nothing from the

articleI've always had this fascination with Belle Isle, and its zoo in particular. I went there a couple years ago, and the sign at the entrance was fading, but still intact. I was able to peek through an opening in the fence and see the albino deer, huddled away in their confines. In January I went back, hoping to catch a glimpse of the deer ( Read more... )

“Between stimulus & response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth & our freedom.” - Viktor E. Frankl

I've decided that I want to start keeping a handwritten journal. This livejournal thing is really the only journal/diary I have ever kept. but lately I've been really interested in the idea of having this hard copy thing that I took the time to write by hand and I can keep it and look back on it and it feels a lot more personal. I have so many ( Read more... )

I'm all for respecting boundaries, but sometimes I just wish people would take some goddamn initiative! nothing would thrill me more.

“The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.” - Henry Miller

LOVE IT.

I took this from Skyler. it's the first sentence of the first post of each month for the year 2007. it seems I took a hiatus in the latter half of the year. That was when I was trying not to go insane from over-scheduling myself. Enjoy ( Read more... )

I went to bed at 5am this morning. Cruised around town with Kara. pup puked up what looked like everything she'd eaten in the last week. ate a delicious dinner at uncle's house, then mom and I beat dad and uncle, other uncle and soon-to-be cousin (male), then dad and uncle again, at shuffleboard - the table in bars kind, not the old people in ( Read more... )

“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” - Carl Sandburg

As a side note, when I was a dog walker I would walk a couple dogs past Carl Sandburg's childhood home.

Last night I had a dream in which Dan and I were together again, like we were before. I think my dream-self was aware of what happened, but wanted one last hurrah anyway. Then it was as if something clicked into place and I said to him, "you know what, I can't do this." We stopped and just kind of looked at each other, as if to say "this is the ( Read more... )