"I'm tired of walking around with my hand on my gun"
So... I'm teaching myself how to knit. It seems a bit tedious, time consuming and repetitive, even for me. Maybe when I get the hang of it it will be "relaxing" like I hear.
Disturbing dreams lately. Last night both Ryan and that fucker were in it. The bleeper started following me around and then tried to force himself on me in a bathroom stall. Ryan was in the next stall over and saw what was going on through the cracks as he came out. He got angry... at me. Upsetting...
Ever since that whole incident last month I've been having dreams like that - where some guy is trying to force me. I wish I could make them stop. I wish I could stop feeling sick to my stomach every time I think about what happened or run into someone from that fucking group.
I need to see Rye so we can have one of those good, long, clarifying talks that we seem to have when he visits. Among other things. Maybe that would help the dreams... among other things ;)
"Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
... I need your grace to remind me to find my own..."
I can't believe that next week is Thanksgiving. I need to bake a pumpkin pie tomorrow for Friday's dinner.
Bah, I could rant on how rude and inconsiderate people are, but I'll go curl up with a pair of knitting needles and a ball of yarn instead.
"I can see a little house on top of the hill,
I can smell the ocean, the salt in the air,
and I can see you, standing there you're washing your car,
and I can see California sun in your hair...
...I still have hope, one day we'll find our way home."
Someday...
Disturbing dreams lately. Last night both Ryan and that fucker were in it. The bleeper started following me around and then tried to force himself on me in a bathroom stall. Ryan was in the next stall over and saw what was going on through the cracks as he came out. He got angry... at me. Upsetting...
Ever since that whole incident last month I've been having dreams like that - where some guy is trying to force me. I wish I could make them stop. I wish I could stop feeling sick to my stomach every time I think about what happened or run into someone from that fucking group.
I need to see Rye so we can have one of those good, long, clarifying talks that we seem to have when he visits. Among other things. Maybe that would help the dreams... among other things ;)
"Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
... I need your grace to remind me to find my own..."
I can't believe that next week is Thanksgiving. I need to bake a pumpkin pie tomorrow for Friday's dinner.
Bah, I could rant on how rude and inconsiderate people are, but I'll go curl up with a pair of knitting needles and a ball of yarn instead.
"I can see a little house on top of the hill,
I can smell the ocean, the salt in the air,
and I can see you, standing there you're washing your car,
and I can see California sun in your hair...
...I still have hope, one day we'll find our way home."
Someday...