I spent my entire life hating it. What I really needed to do was get away from it to appreciate it. We all like to go home. No matter how adult we may feel that we are, its nice to be taken care of. We all like to have our mothers kiss our forheads and hand us chocolate chip cookies ( Read more... )

I've fucked up at my job more times than I can count and I'm really mad at myself for doing so. Its not that I love my job, or particularly care about what those people think of me, but I've always been a professional person and I haven't exactly been acting like it lately. I'm not exactly in the position to be fired either. I couldn't handle that ( Read more... )

The past few days have been rough, to say the least. Filled with so much oddity and coincidence it was sickening. I just don't understand why uncomfortable situations need to cross. Just when you think your fine...all of these old feelings resurface. Maybe I'm more immature when I thought, because I can't understand why I do some of the things that ( Read more... )

So, it appears that Frank the Goat enjoys a nice pair of slacks. We have that in common. I too enjoy a nice pair of slacks ( Read more... )

I'm the type of girl who wears skinny jeans even though all fashion authorities, tell me I shouldn't, because I'm too short. I use the excuse that I don't follow trends; I make them, and while that's true I think its more. I think I like they emphasis they put on my pretty curves. Its nice to see something soft in all of my rigidity ( Read more... )

Retell it in light, color, and sound ( Read more... )

I think I'm falling asleep before these fingers feel the keys, but I'm tossing and turning in my place. Something still keeps me awake. Its akward still and dull, but I know its there. I've been feeling so much pressure from so many sources and its just got to give. Why can't people get that I have a plan and I couldn't include you if I wanted to ( Read more... )

There is this cornfield outside of my townhouse. My bedroom window looks directly down on it. When I first moved in, all of the stalks were beautiful and tall. They were so green and fruitful. And, in the sunlight, it shined so brightly we'd have to close the shades in the kitchen. That field is still beautiful, but in a different sort of way. Its ( Read more... )

I wanted to tell you this, and maybe you'll read it and maybe you won't, but I hope that you can take something away from it ( Read more... )

I've been feeling a bit blank lately, like an empty canvas, but I know I'll fill up soon. I've been trying to make some changes and I feel good about it, like its the right thing ( Read more... )