Election MySpace digest…

Wednesday, November 05, 2008 We can be Heroes (forever and ever)Current mood: luminousCategory: Life I watched the race called for Obama at 9pm last night on CNN at the Red Garter – somebody had put “Heroes” on the jukebox. It could not have been more perfect. I feel joy. Pure and simple joy. Maybe, just… Continue reading Election MySpace digest…

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Saturday, May 05, 2007 Lead will never be gold it is just lead…

Lead will never be gold it is just lead…Current mood: depressedCategory: Life I am leaden footedly sad. Irrationally, hormonally, moodily, chemically, embedded in my cells depressed. I have gradually holed myself up and lost touch with my friends and family, even more so since the fire. I never go out anymore. I am feeling alone… Continue reading Saturday, May 05, 2007 Lead will never be gold it is just lead…

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Lazarus Girl Is…

…back from the dead again. For as much as it counts. Thinking it’ll be different this time. This carrot will be different. Thinking that life will be good and recognition will be earned and trust will be rewarded. Love’s no different whether you go looking for it or it blindsides you. Fairness will always elude… Continue reading Lazarus Girl Is…

First the bad news…

I spun my car tonight. Avoiding the same sort of traffic scenario thatnearly did me in the first time. Something inside me snapped and I decided“This car will NOT hit me!” and as it failed to yield and left turnedalmost into me I decided to drive around it. And somehow I did even thoughit kept… Continue reading First the bad news…

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Gonna make a deal with the devil…

Ahhh!!! Shite!!!

Whence hath come this grotesque monstrosity of a pimple upon my chin??? Does drinking give you pimples? I’ve been laying off the candy, what the fuck???

jealousy

When I was young I thought I knew what jealousy was and I thought that it could be conquered. Jealousy was the scary incongrous thing that showed up every three years or so to make false accusations and leave me curled up in a ball on the floor crying and pleading my absolute innocence. It… Continue reading jealousy