Tuesday a slew of friends and I had a little ceremony for a tree we needed to cut down to use as the new Maypole. After the ceremony I was pulling at the kudzu vines while my friend chainsawed, trying to get the tree to fall a certain way. I looked up and realized that the tree was not going to fall the way I wanted it to, but rather right where ( Read more... )

I got the job I wanted!!! I am now an employee of a huge daycare in Weaverville. Now all I have to do is figure out a living situation... smirk ( Read more... )

I'm still feeling pretty sad and exhausted due to the death of the Russian assassin cat. Death raises unanswerable questions... where do we go and does it really matter? I'm not an atheist, but I'm pretty agnostic. I call "it" Goddess when I really should call it "that thing I feel in my chest sometimes that seems to connect me to the rest of the ( Read more... )

Lianna's been out of town since Wednesday and won't be back til Sunday so I've been watching her cats... well now I'm only watching A cat because Greymalkin was dead when I went to check on her this morning. She'd had Leukemia for seven years, so there's no real mystery as to why she passed. I, true to form, freaked out and had to call Buliwyf to ( Read more... )

Last entry was two years ago, and way self-wallowing! Wow. Things have changed since. And also, there was some stuff on there I DID NOT WRITE that needed deleting. How did that happen? I'm going to have to go through my other posts and make sure there's not any more of that nonsense ( Read more... )

I am down again, wanting January. Sadness can stagnate in a heart, unless you continue in motion. But no one notices me standing still out here. And this is how I find myself 180 degrees away from last season. [[Solitude is a bitch, but co'dependance is a whore ( Read more... )

I could wash this negative energy away.
If I could just munch some frikin muff!

Miserably.
I cling to what I thought we had.

Even when I know
Her hips
Are more fun to cling to.

I smile.
Miserably.

Painful to love
Impossible to hate

When Mohawks became a lesbian thing.

I need to pull myself back up.

Intensity.

Suppressed ( Read more... )

I look at the freeze-framed images of our moments together. So well documented: the smiles, the kisses, the happiness. They were proof of a good time. So I blanketed these hollowed out spaces inside myself with your conundrums. For a while it worked. But even when I'm only hiding the worst of what I am, it takes away from the best of WHO I am ( Read more... )