prosodia is where i call home now.
along with 'acowgirlalterego' on good 'ole instant messenger.

correspondence welcomed.

so here's the deal, friends ( Read more... )

i am no longer here.

9. (i lost track of the numbers..) don't gamble too much. it's bad for you, and addicting. those bright lights flashing, heart pumping ( Read more... )

9. Ask for help when you need it. The Fed Ex men are nice and will help you if you're nice ( Read more... )

[insert picture of soap suds everywhere... HERE. actual picture to come at a later date]8. Never, I mean NEVER put Joy in the dishwasher. You will only come home to a white, snowy mess of soap suds all over the kitchen, and it will take an obscenely long time to get rid of all those suds ( Read more... )

and so we talk like nervous neighbors over a tall fence...it's true... we talk as though we're dancing... dancing in middle school with all the space in the world between us. dancing around each other, not with. dancing around subjects, around things to not bring up in conversation. her voice and her laugh still draw something from the pit of me. I ( Read more... )

i always wonder if people really care when they ask "how are you"... i wonder if they say it because of habit, because it's the 'right' thing to ask. there's one. i always wonder why she calls me. we do little talking. there's always the feeling of interrupting something, even when she calls me. even the feeling of not being cool enough, not good ( Read more... )

i dream of the most beautiful and the most terrible things. if it weren't for having work to do, i would fall back asleep and continue to dream all afternoon ( Read more... )

a drive that should take one hundred and twenty minutes, took ninety. my mind racing as much as my car. calling those who can stand to talk to me for long periods of time. i saw an old face at fuel tonight. someone i built bonfires with, who helped me take care of katy when she drank at said bonfires. i called her up, told her who i saw. her new ( Read more... )