i had a really rough week. by the end of the workday, friday, i was angry and exhausted. frustrated, jittery, emotionally unstable. bitter ( Read more... )

"drink. there are sober children in india."

what if i really mean, i will love you forever.

when we dressed up with fake pearls and bows, the ghosts were whispering to us, "let it go. you make no sense." and we laughed and laughed. but there was never any way to tell why. or what for. and i made no sense. as i make no sense. we never dressed in fake pearls. or bows. i'm not that kind of girl. so, what have i let go ( Read more... )

when will this day end? i mean, this day.
the focal point is lost again. i'm getting the shaky nerves again.
papers and forms and post-its and cups of water.
who the hell are these people? and why the hell is it so important?
where is my ________.

1. get silly
2. push you over
3. smoke a bowl and share secrets
4. be a critic
5. drink and laugh
6. fly a kite
7. vomit
8. call and make it better
9. cook something amazing
10. work out
11. girl party!
12. build a package
13. sell an organ for the money.

:)

Dear friend.
It is time for this short discussion.
You see, I have discovered that I love my blood. And no longer just when it bubbles up from slits or jabs, but when it runs thick and tight through me; within me. I love being alive. More than that, friend, I love the life I have been living. Every bit.

life keeps going. and changing ( Read more... )

this morning, i got into my car after at least a week of not being in it. and my radio was gone. and my steering column was all twisted out of shape. and the passanger door was unlocked.
:(
and i think i know who did it.
:(