Oh yes. I admit it. Those evil hoaxers did it to me, too! Good thing I hate my work or I might feel bad about fucking up their computers. Johnnie told me about it which was funny. In the same conversation I told him I was trying to figure out things to hate him for….
January was the month of the shaft. My work, my boy, my family, my health..all pretty much falling to shit. My grandma died a few weeks back-had to fly to Denver for the funeral. I fantasized daily about flipping off the insurance and just getting a new job because it really is just that bad….
it’s snowing Wow. What an impressive statement that was. I am, however, going to Miami Monday through Saturday; it’s a little treat to myself because I hate the cold oh-so-much. If you’re in the area, hit me up. I rented a car ghetto cheap (80 bucks) for the week. They’re opening up this Crunch…
I often have been accused of taking shit too personally, which I do a lot of the time. Some of it has to do with taking the stance of supporting the underdog, with the exception of the Red Sox, of course. Regardless, I guess the thing I have tried to learn and absorb the most…
You know the spaces I am talking about, the spaces in time, filled with silence, when you say something that seems to fit sooo right, but appears to be all wrong in definition. I’m not talking about trying to assuage a situation, but when you say something because to not say it hurts too fucking…
I think it might be less about the cold and more about a combination of air pressure changes, which directly influence the flow of my blood. All I know is I woke up all dramatic yesterday in tears. I took a darvocet, and tried to chill out, but again had to succomb to my woe…
SOmetimes I think this happens to a lot of people, and other times I think I am a massive freak. Lately I have been very uncomfortable in my own skin, wanting to shed it, become someone else. This is probably why I have considered going from platinum almost clear blonde to darker shades with super…
A question of direction. SO my leg is bunk. Just doesn’t work so well in the winter months, when the blood has to work harder to get anywhere. Gravity certainly doesn’t seem to help, and as a result I get horrendouse cramping, especially prevalent in my right leg. This usually comes from aching cold, but…
The following is what is being read today in a couple hours at Kelley’s funeral by her mother from me. I really wanted people to get a chance to see her writing and how powerful our exchanges were. When I feel ready I will post some for some other people who matter. ALso, please remember…
This is the little girl whose future I am trying to help. Every little bit counts.
