( Sam Roberts--This Wreck of a Life )

I usually have something important to say on this date. A year ago, 25 loomed like a rain cloud, a slippery slope into my 30s that lead down the hill into a distance I could not quite make out. But now I'm oddly...at peace about it. Somehow something is quieted and muffled. I feel a muted wildness in it. Like adulthood has embraced me in the ( Read more... )

I found a writing job in Milwaukee. Copywriting for a mortgage/insurance lender, funny how it comes to insurance what with so many old classmates turning to it for careers. I'm running out of deferment time.
The ad asks for someone who can, "Jump from writing brochures to ads to articles to horoscopes with ease." I'm kind of confused as to why ( Read more... )

Whenever I listen to Paul Simon's Graceland I feel free, like I did when Mom and I drove across Wisconsin and along the Mississippi. Gliding past inundated marshes, towering lime cliffs with circling eagles above and bright brilliant blue skies and cotton puff clouds. That breeze felt like forever, felt like possibility ( Read more... )

( Just love me and we'll make it through )

Do you ever just want to give up on people? I'm tired of being genuine and having to prove it. Believe me or don't believe me, but I give up ( Read more... )

( who's gonna come around when you break? )

in one of my coldplay communities a new girl wrote "they're [coldplay] some of my favorite cds, and i have nearly 60!"which made me laugh. wow, 60 you say? before the fire i had over 300, now i have about 250 and a good deal of them different then what i used to own; hmm. 60 ( Read more... )

[on longing to be fully known]: "Sometimes, I suspect, the search for home is related also to the longing of the flesh, to the way in which, both when you are young and for long afterward, the sight of beauty can set you longing with a keenness and poignance and passion, with a kind of breathless awe even, which suggest that beneath the longing to ( Read more... )

you know what i'm really getting sick of? aside from the rave's shit bureaucracy?

the fact that when i am actually angry about something, intelligently and rightfully angry, that not one person except maybe my mother...agrees properly. they just give some half-lame response and leave it like that as if i'm ( overrreacting. )