-
2014 . . . Another Year
How to put this past year into words . . . obviously, I haven’t been on here much - thought about it very often, just never quite got the fingers onto the keyboard much. My brain is still an absolute mess, something that I’m always working on getting fixed. Honestly, everything just feels like one step forward, two steps back and the hole I’m in ( Read more... ) -
In Remembrance
Hi, Mom ( Read more... ) -
Um . . . hi?
Yeah . . . um . . hi ( Read more... ) -
Dear 2014 . . .
Please be nice, kind and good to me. Let me get my feet back on solid ground. Let me actually feel like I'm alive again. Let me have some good accomplishment. Just . . . please, let 2014 be better.
-
Life hurts
Once again . . . I found myself thinking about posting, had a sketchy idea in my head of what to say beyond the usual blah, and before I got here, I poked around my favorite sites and that sent my brain spinning in a different direction . . . one that needs to be explored later. Like after a good dose of ibuprofen for the electronic-'beep'-induced ( Read more... ) -
Sometimes It Doesn't Take Much to Distract Me
I was all prepared to come here and rant, rave, scream and vent about my lack of understanding of the human brain and how it works in other people . . . when I decided to take a quick look at Wil Wheaton's blog first. The result: Hypnowil completely demolished any thought I had and had me laughing instead. At least for a moment ( Read more... ) -
Remembering birthdays
Birthdays. Not my own, but others. Dates in general aren't something I keep track of, but birthdays are the worst. My own birthday is something I'd rather ignore than acknowledge - not because of the thoughts about getting older, but just more a general unease about it. Keeping track of birthdays of close friends and family . . . . I forget more ( Read more... ) -
words are not my friends right now
I sit down with every intention to write something - anything - and end up staring at a blank computer screen for however long. Even now, when I've been asked to write out my answer to the question "what do you want?" Sounds simple enough, but trying to answer it is making me think about it . . . . and that starts the tornado of thoughts going in ( Read more... ) -
Home
Somehow, that topic comes up - people ask me where home is, do I like where I’m living, etc. - and it’s hard for me to answer when it’s beyond the simple “I’m living in (insert geographical place).”
( The concept of home )