I spoke with someone earlier who told me that I didn’t always have to be running from death. That I was in a huge rush to accomplish stuff in efforts to escape or evade death. And I wonder if, no actually I do realize that this is not a normal state of being. That considering…
I haven’t been around lately…but I’ve been reading. I didn’t write a few weeks back because S came to town and I sent her a link to my journal…something she doesn’t understand how to use. But referring to someone as OCD is probably insulting enough. She made me spend ridiculous amounts of time shopping…and I…
I’ve been reading, or rather devouring books since I was probably 11. I found it really hard to read post surgery but I have been doing it again recently. The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, The Curious Incident of a Dog in the Night-time and Blue Angel, which I am currently reading. I just decided to…
ah too bad there have been these wretched dates every hundred years…too bad our current administration is so hell bent on screwing the world up that they probably find some peace in the fact that the world could end at any point in the near future and blame it on the “impending apocalypse”, thus removing…
Lately I have been walking this line in between complete happiness and complete moroseness. These are things I should not be writing about today as it is the first day I spout a red river of hell from regions beyond. But anyways, yes, I really feel like men should have to experience the humility behind…
I went out yesterday to open my bank account back up with Citibank, to no avail. Once again E was there to save me, introducing me to his personal banker friend at Chase, who opened my account up for me no problem. He even attached a $200 credit card/credit line, something I have been unable…
I just was reminded of that crazy lame cartoon called Jem that was on when I was in Middle School. Things are turning up roses for me lately. My friend gave me some info on a program through NY state which gives assistance to people in need. You can start school or start and business and they…
A new friend reminded me today of how powerful words are. And I’m thinking that I have to make myself a friends only kind of poster. Not because I’m hiding anything, but because I don’t want to; honesty is something I adhere to pretty vehemently these days. And I want to write what I want—not to…
I googled my user name, just like Francis said she did. And mine came back with: Did you mean: dead Kind of odd when you think about it. I always get wrapped up in the english of mobile phone text messages. How things that seem very obvious end up being really fucking weird. I know…
My parents made us move I believe 17 times when we were younger. I remember actually packing my own things in 2nd grade even. They owned 24 houses and I was there for 17 of those moves. I probably packed my own things about 12 times. Plus my 3 moves in Worcester. 11 moves here….
