Getting tired of one word titles for journal entries. The stack of books I want and need to read keeps climbing toward the ceiling, a little Steinbeck, a little Palahniuk, a little recitation of the archangel Gabriel added to the heap. Still strolling along Swann's Way, though, smelling the hawthorn and dog roses and loving every strange, French ( Read more... )

I can smell the wine on last night's breath and it's bringing me back to when I was crazy and tried to put on someone else's life, so jealous and scared of being alone forever I'd do or say...what I did and said. Here with just a toehold on tomorrow and I'm shaking, saying the litany against fear over and over and over again while Jane and Disco's ( Read more... )

Today just came and went, say thankee. Didn't have any expectations, but still, something untoward could have happened...'cept maybe something so did. Dunno yet ( Read more... )

My weekend. Read. Read. Read. Friday was folklore and pretense and, "Oh, aren't we both so poised and pretty." Post Modernism is creeping through my mind which wants very badly to be Modernist. True/False continues to freeze my fingers to nothing and give me excellent reasons not to go dancing. Pan's Labyrinth turned my Sunday morning dreams into a ( Read more... )