i'm moving into my grandma's house with katie and bird. my grandma has alzheimer's and she stays with caretakers now. so the house is empty
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oh you, when will you get away from the walls, get your nose out of anything with pages and make some contact with that world spinning out there? when will you stop rationalizing your unhappiness you lousy photographer and a super self sabotager. when will you be satisfied with how it is and not how it could be?
someone at our rv park was found dead last night. ross found a dead dog. my computer is dead (for the time being) robert goulet is dead. the grateful dead. -de(a)dicated to carl who i barely remember as the old guy that paid his rent once.
here at the end of yet another 365 day cycle is me on a couch, flaked on with no where to go. this year is one i really was looking forward to sending off
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sorry, hooked on Diane Wakoski. this one is shorter though. as i am discontent and have nothing worthwhile to say this tuesday morning, maybe this'll do: