i shoulda kissed you
I'm feeling a little better. I had some tests done... turns out I don't have ulcers, just gastroenteritis. I'm still waiting on the results of my ultrasound (they were checking for gallstones). Both my sisters had gallstones when they were about 21, and my mom in her 40's. So I guess it runs in the family. Blah. Enough about that...
I'm finally working again, and it feels nice. I'm just babysitting several times a week (for two families), but getting out and earning money makes me feel accomplished (who knew). I will look for a "real" job eventually, but it's kinda hard right now. Oh well, I made $55 last night for watching the Jazz game and making cookies with some kids.
Untitled [You did say, need me less and I'll want you more]
Marilyn Hacker
You did say, need me less and I'll want you more.
I'm still shellshocked at needing anyone,
used to being used to it on my own.
It won't be me out on the tiles till four-
thirty, while you're in bed, willing the door
open with your need. You wanted her then,
more. Because you need to, I woke alone
in what's not yet our room, strewn, though, with your
guitar, shoes, notebook, socks, trousers enjambed
with mine. Half the world was sleeping it off
in every other bed under my roof.
I wish I had a roof over my bed
to pull down on my head when I feel damned
by wanting you so much it looks like need.
(from www.debs-art.com)
...I decided I should give credit to all the images I post from now on.
I'm finally working again, and it feels nice. I'm just babysitting several times a week (for two families), but getting out and earning money makes me feel accomplished (who knew). I will look for a "real" job eventually, but it's kinda hard right now. Oh well, I made $55 last night for watching the Jazz game and making cookies with some kids.
Untitled [You did say, need me less and I'll want you more]
Marilyn Hacker
You did say, need me less and I'll want you more.
I'm still shellshocked at needing anyone,
used to being used to it on my own.
It won't be me out on the tiles till four-
thirty, while you're in bed, willing the door
open with your need. You wanted her then,
more. Because you need to, I woke alone
in what's not yet our room, strewn, though, with your
guitar, shoes, notebook, socks, trousers enjambed
with mine. Half the world was sleeping it off
in every other bed under my roof.
I wish I had a roof over my bed
to pull down on my head when I feel damned
by wanting you so much it looks like need.
(from www.debs-art.com)
...I decided I should give credit to all the images I post from now on.