What happens next?
Arthur Miller died last night. Death of a Salesman inspired me to be a writer.
Last night. I mean, things couldn't have gone better, frankly. My dinner turned out perfectly, his company was perfect... and now I'm thinking I must stop this blooming love in its tracks. I don't want Love. Get away from me, Love.
I've started National Putting ON Day early by retrieving five call numbers for children's lit books I'll have to read later in the semester. Very work-aheadish of me, I must say.
Welcome to the fallout.
I didn't shower this morning, and I'm off to choir with an oily head. But, I'm working-out right after, so I can justify being PigPen.
I dare you to move.
I don't know. I just don't. He's very, very funny... very sharp... told me insights into myself that I'd never realized before (so much for thinking I know it all). I think it's all lining up a little too well. I'm not scared of being in another relationship. I just want the old one back.
If only she'd stop calling, and he'd stop trespassing, and she'd stop being beautiful, and he'd stop slinking along the walls.
Maybe redemption has stories to tell.
I think I'll conquer a really big putting off and find a nice Episcopal church to attend on Sunday. I began drafting a "I'm leaving the Catholic church" letter to my family and nearly had a nervous breakdown. I don't know whether to do it now and get it over with, or wait until I have a new church to commit to. There seems to be no precedent for this one.
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell.
Last night. I mean, things couldn't have gone better, frankly. My dinner turned out perfectly, his company was perfect... and now I'm thinking I must stop this blooming love in its tracks. I don't want Love. Get away from me, Love.
I've started National Putting ON Day early by retrieving five call numbers for children's lit books I'll have to read later in the semester. Very work-aheadish of me, I must say.
Welcome to the fallout.
I didn't shower this morning, and I'm off to choir with an oily head. But, I'm working-out right after, so I can justify being PigPen.
I dare you to move.
I don't know. I just don't. He's very, very funny... very sharp... told me insights into myself that I'd never realized before (so much for thinking I know it all). I think it's all lining up a little too well. I'm not scared of being in another relationship. I just want the old one back.
If only she'd stop calling, and he'd stop trespassing, and she'd stop being beautiful, and he'd stop slinking along the walls.
Maybe redemption has stories to tell.
I think I'll conquer a really big putting off and find a nice Episcopal church to attend on Sunday. I began drafting a "I'm leaving the Catholic church" letter to my family and nearly had a nervous breakdown. I don't know whether to do it now and get it over with, or wait until I have a new church to commit to. There seems to be no precedent for this one.
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell.