Oh goodness. I wake up today, frisky and alive to type out my transcription work, sexily assigned from the West Coast about art or some such thing, and Verizon sucked proverbial ass and finally shut my phone off. Whoops, unpaid… Continue Reading →
So lately I have been in brainiac sweet loving mode. Not because I am convinced I am on a secure path to success, but because I am taking better steps towards those ventures these days. I realized I never tried… Continue Reading →
It’s 9:30 am and I am frisky and awake. I spent my time at his house because he wanted to wake up easier in his creakity bed. But that’s okay. It’s nice to sleep weird places every once in a… Continue Reading →
My feelings lately have come swirling to the surface, obvious to me, yet not to others, and I have tried hard to hide them, shove them down deep in my pockets, to be picked up and flicked up around winding… Continue Reading →
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Funny, I feel. So much learning, observing, cultivating, breaking apart like this crazy popsicle puzzle. I have realized some stuff lately that has absolute direction in who I am, and what I have become. I have felt very superstar strong… Continue Reading →
When I tell you that I miss you, what does it make you feel like? Does it make you feel like I miss you, the way you move in my space repeatedly, in circles, spinning wildly and re-appearing again? Does… Continue Reading →
I would like to extend my sincere thanks for destroying any possibility of any kind of peace here, in Iraq, or anywhere else in the world that it matters. I want to thank you all for blindly voting based on… Continue Reading →
So today’s conversations are largely fueled by politics, or poli-hicks, in the case of George W. With Tuesday’s elections fast upon us, it seems pretty simple who to choose…Or so you think. The country is so widely divided on these… Continue Reading →
Yes a song for me. And someone I just got off the phone with said to me: Deanna I just wanna pin you against a wall. Jesus, how come it takes fucking 28 years to meet someone who knows how… Continue Reading →
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