I dreamed last night that I went back to work at the restaurant. Everything was the same. I was standing at the register, in charge, looking out onto the floor and deciding what needed to be done. In this business, everyone learns that if you aren't busy, you're not paying attention. There's always something to be done - tables to be cleaned, toast ( Read more... )

After a year

The nights were so good. Maybe it was because it was my first time; maybe it was the satisfaction of a long wish granted. Memories that used to cut like broken glass now cover like a warm blanket. Things I’d all but forgotten, or chosen not to remember, keep presenting themselves like surprises in an advent calendar. They no longer hurt ( Read more... )

The Mall of America, and a museum of "culture"

I don't often visit the MOA, especially not when I'm piss-broke, but my mother suggested going this week for something to do and a change of scenery. That my mother suggested it in the first place was astonishing, considering she usually despises the crowds, shopping, walking, and purchase-temptations, ( Read more... )

Dreams of a sexy but cannibalistic vampire-version of Jason Issacs, tempting corset-laden Helena Bonham Carter, a castle in the woods and an escape to a rustic cabin covered in protective wards against forces of evil--this is the kind of dream you're likely to have when you've been watching too many X Files and reading Dracula Undead, Harry Potter ( Read more... )

I'm sufficiently exhausted. It's amazing how drained one can become not doing anything at all. I do believe I'd venture as far as to say I've experienced more stress not being in school than I ever did at school. Of course, the point has been brought up that I endured a rough semester and the summer plus a semester off would be a good way to ( Read more... )

This need to express has grown great, though I've fallen to the guilt of the situation--why would anyone need to publish their private journal on the internet? What purpose does publicly revealing feelings and secrets have in the bigger scope of things? These questions I can't answer, because all I know is the compelling drive to write, and keep ( Read more... )

I consider myself an editorial writer. The recording and presenting of hard-facts holds little interest for me, and I don't like telling people things they already know, or can find out on a simple search engine homepage. No, I'd much rather write my feelings, thoughts and opinions because they are mine, they can't be duplicated, they haven't been ( Read more... )

What animates human desire? Or better yet, what do we do when we can't have what we so desire, or have to wait and be patient for it? Sure, there are plenty of delightful material things out there I would love, but after not spending since July, I'm now used to it. I don't want any more clothes, nail polish colours, body jewelry, shoes, belts, toe ( Read more... )