I was walking down the street one day, happy as a clam. My life was going pretty well; I had found an apartment all my own. My first solo living space. If you count living with parents, I had never once in my life lived alone so this was indeed a momentous achievement. I had become employed recently as well. I was finally going to be a waitress. ( Read more... )

(I will only preface this by saying it isn't about being a mother, not really ( Read more... )

I loved you ( Read more... )

( flag talk )

( half rant, half rumination )

When I was a little girl, I used to draw and write stories. I think I wrote my first "real" story when I was about seven years old. I got an idea in my head and persuaded my mother to type while I dictated. It was called "The Bus Driver's Adventures". Looking back on it, it was not very good but then again, I was only seven years old. Then, as now ( Read more... )

(overheard at wolven's party the other night)

"and then I have to ask myself, why is there always a giant bag of cheese trying to kill me?"
(man listening nods understandingly)