Don’t you hate? Heavy lids, dull eyes, jealous heart. Hateful thoughts, ugly lies escaping. The stifling cocoon of inadequacy. Slumping shoulders, curved spine, bent knees. Longing for the all-consuming comfort of open wounds. The weight of exhaustion. Don’t you love? A bit of release. A full intake of breath, balanced with a paired exhale. A bit of gray peeking out, from behind the … Continue reading A Bit Of Gray Peeking Out
Oooh, hooray. Kreative Blogger Award. Thank you, screwed up creative kreativ brain for giving me all of these effed up dreams to blog about. Laura, at Catharsis, gave me this award (she is just SHOWERING me with love these days, people. I’m starting to get worried that she’s buttering me up, so she can ask me for a big favor one of these days soon…like … Continue reading Izzint Bloggeen Grate?
In the 7th grade, I was skinny and slightly gangly. I had large rimmed, tortoiseshell glasses, and shiny silver braces (always with gray rubber bands). For some reason, I cut my hair cut to slightly above shoulder length, which was a poor choice, for me. It curled under in an unattractive fashion. My hairdo often involved putting half of my strands up into a ponytail at the crown of my … Continue reading An Un-Sexy Sleeper
My friend Heather is a pretty amazing gal. She is one of those people you can always count on, always trust. She gets excited about the accomplishments of her friends, and cheers them on, and is never jealous or judgmental. She raised her young daughter by herself, while managing a restaurant and putting herself through college (even the unpaid, year-long, teaching internship). She is hilarious and witty … Continue reading Heather, The Sleepwalker: An Introduction
I recently received a box from my cousin Maggie (aka my dealer). I had been anticipating the arrival of this box, which contained My Precious, for many days, and every time she asked me, “Is it there yet? It should be!”, I’d re-check the mailbox, then have to walk back to my house, in a depressed state, since it was never there. Humph. (That’s a lie, I NEVER check … Continue reading We Wants It, We Needs It. Must Have The Precious.
3 PART DREAM: 1) There is a major earthquake and Earth’s tectonic places are moving. But not millimeters at a time, they are starting to move hundreds of feet within seconds, and are moving from a horizontal position to vertical, so people are plunging to their deaths. It is very theatrical looking and not at all scientifically accurate. We might die. 2) I am swimming in … Continue reading Dream #8: Earthquakes, Dangerous Jewelry, Lots of Evil Villains
I enjoy hearing other people’s dreams. When someone tells me they had a strange dream, I pester them until they describe it. Some of my friends know this, and they email me their dreams, whenever they remember them. This is quite considerate, since it saves me the energy from pestering. Very often, their dreams have something to do with the activities or T.V. shows they indulge in, something related to their job, or something they are afraid … Continue reading How Could I Not Dream About The Accident?
Oh, lucky me! Laura, at Catharsis, has chosen to honor me with The Versatile Blogger Award. Don’t tell my grandma, she’ll get the story confused and start telling everyone she knows that I won a Pulitzer. Rules for accepting the award include showcasing the award on my blog (see above), linking back to the person who awarded me with the award (click! Laura’s blog is … Continue reading Proof That Not Only My Mother Reads My Blog. And, This Other Person LIKES It.
Recently I posted about how I tested a sleeping pill, that my cousin Maggie sent to me as a gift, through the mail, in a beautiful fleur-de-lis envelope. I was afraid to try the pills initially, since sometimes things that are supposed to make me sleep have the exact opposite effect. But, after taking one, I found myself pleasantly surprised and perhaps even a bit … Continue reading My Pretty, My Precious: An Update
I recently posted about my happy-go-lucky great-grandfather, Ed, passing away. So, here is an update. Ed was cremated and his ashes recently arrived at my mother’s house. I went over tonight for a visit and when I put my purse down, by the couch, my mom pointed out that Ed was located nearby, in the box under the end table. I said, “Oh! Hello, Ed!” … Continue reading Thanks For The Chuckle, Even Now, Ed.
A Morning Grouch 