Scars and Hearts or maybe Hearts and Scars

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so this thing I’ve been doing

Running around naked and spewing random thoughts at walls–oops. Shut your mouth, girl. Release the pen. It’s funny that I seem to go through phases where I want to just purge all that sits in my head, and other days… Continue Reading →

very innaresting uh huh

I have a feeling things are gonna start going bananas. Today I saw someone I had not seen in some time…and I was not as grossed out as I thought I would be. More like, normal. Not the neighbor who… Continue Reading →

I need my own personal chef

My apartment smells like chilean sea bass. That was my dinner last night, finely prepared by Miss L. Geez-that girl can cook–I always thought I could but I wasn’t married for 11 years to develop such skills. I am the… Continue Reading →

what a difference a day…and a lack of insanity can make

Well thank the gods I am starting to level back down to the plane of rationality. I went a little cuckoo there for about ten days.. Because of my general irrationality and insanity I decided I needed to see someone… Continue Reading →

frigid ice and sunny skies

I love my perch. I have a little couch loveseat set purchased from my friends at the army of salvation. The loveseat is a sunny spot in the room—there’s a building right next to these two windows but the sun… Continue Reading →

these are my moments to purge

Things have been careening in my brain to be a little out of control—there’s a definitive need for me to get it down once and then go back and filter and edit later. This is my project to be done… Continue Reading →

little lessons come wrapped in the strangest packages

I think I have been catapulted into a pit of sorts, with the help of a fastidious female friend. I love her, don’t get me wrong, but all of this talk and drama she has been sorting through in her… Continue Reading →

getting down to brissness

so many company isms…kind of a lot for a girl who despises cheese. I realize I have a very unique attitude as a “boss” or leader. Namely that the whole thing has only recently turned kind of a loose joke… Continue Reading →

dang son, girls run away too long

I never thought I would be going to school for writing and writing as little (little in terms of the amounts I write for non-academic purposes) as I happen to be employed doing these days. In any case, I guess… Continue Reading →

douchebags and poo–there is a connection there

I have this issue when I am dating whatever jerk I happen to have been dating at the time. And I say this in past tense because we all know they do tend to make you feel fresh and clean… Continue Reading →

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