I feel good. Okay, so this is comparatively. I slept all last night, drawing all the good energy I could from friends and F, who hasn’t left my side in the three days that this has been vibrating. Biofeedback, my spiritual kicking of the pain demon that was perched on chest–these are all nice little…
Now my tooth is emanating pain, I’m sure to take the strain off of thinking about my heart. I’m going to the city tomorrow to see the Doctor. Another EKG, and god knows what after that. Bla bla bla. Isn’t is all exciting? I am happy to have spoken to the people I did tonight….
So I’ve been reading a lot these letters that people I know post about god, or the existence of, or not. So I wanted to say something. Because I am feeling exactly the same fucking parallel pain that I felt in March of 1998 driving down the Mass Pike. And it’s really kind of lame….
So I know I sometimes go off on these my chest hurts tangents, but I really think something is wrong with me. Though, I am totally not sure why. Picture, if you will, that your heart is made of cartilage. It is a hollow, tender spot hiding behind your left nipple. Sometimes it feels alive,…
My back has been so twisted lately, I can barely stand to sit down for more than a few hours. It very well could be this new transcription gig, which inevitably plants me in front of the computer for like 5 hours at a time. I basically end up breaking up the time and sending/reading/checking…
Now, if oil paint was a man, I would be quite quite happy. It’s completely malleable, and non-permanent, except when it is left alone to form and dry. You can manipulate it, you can layer it up. It does not provide the intimacy and closeness that a hot body will provide, but it is so…
Ok, so I’ve always done all kinds of things, writing sculpting some painting, but I have yet to actually dedicate the time to picking one fo these things to throw all of my being into. I was what you call a lazy, morbid, depressed non-artist. I had no way to get it out, and it…
I was thinking today about stories and such, and I was contemplating the possibility over falling in love with someone through their words. Now for all intents and purposes, words are not what the sole device that people would be falling in love with, but the implied meaning behind them, or pushed feeling, whatever the…
In mind and thought process. I am trying to figure out the best discourse for my life over the next few years. For all intents and purposes, I figured I would move back to Mass to live with my friend, Francis, and try to get a job, and finagle school in some manner. Massahell is…
So I made a mistake I knew I was capable of making last night, but I want to kick the ever-living *(%$ out of myself because I am smarter than that…I am the girl who always makes sure the pot is not empty….that there is enough of whatever the thing is to go around. I…
