I'm a shut in.
I've been reading a lot, writing a lot, thinking too much....trying to sort myself out.
Thinking a lot about forgiveness, grace and love.
I nap every single day.
I work and sleep and try to feel everything I have in me in order to weed out the majority of the... Read More
i'm done moving around for a while - i moves three times in the space of a year or so. of course at the moment i'd happily jet off to some warmer, less dreary country for a while, somewhere i don't need to get the bloody flu
I am so tired of job interviews.
I am so tired of job positings that are lies.
I am so tired of people not being able to give you information for the position on the phone.
I am so tired of running my ass all over this mother fucking city
I am so tired of being lost
I am so tired of computer testing
I... Read More
I am of the opinion that soda is worse for you than all of those other things combined! But, then again, that may be because I drink coffee, smoke, smoke pot, do drugs, and drink, but I don't drink soda. Ha!
I moved about a month ago and ever since I've been kinda bad to my body. Giving her junk, weighing her down with way too much stress, more than she can handle. Drinking a lot more than I normally do ect ect ect.
She needs to feel better again.
I've been better about the food thing for the past couple days.... Read More
Haha I get more replies when I write about Smucklesmonster kitty than when I write about myself.
Smucklesmonster didn't die and he wasn't taken. I just moved about a month ago and his "dad" is taking care of him right now. He's probably having a great time cause his dad has other cats and he can play with them. He lived with his dad for... Read More
~ Blue Like Jazz
~ Project Runway reruns
~ Too many really bad horror movies...like shit that should never have been made in the first place
(cause I'm a fan of really bad horror movies)
~ Straight Hair
~ No make up - healthy skin
~ Sleepless nights
~ Tears
~ Tons of ideas but no actual work
~ Missing the most important people... Read More
I answered without thinking, I answered with my gut.
No, as I spouted off a perfectly good excuse.
But not before he could lay down his selling line.
Every time I sell my soul, it's not for something flashy...
he back package it up as pretty as he wants.
The reason I give... Read More
ME AND MY ART ARE MENTIONED IN THIS ARTICLE!!!!
It's for a fashion magazine called LouLou
It's french, cause the gallery is in Montreal. But...you can see my name and a picture featuring one of my pieces.
If you've ever seen my art before you'll know which one is mine. It's a self portrait actually...so even if you just know what I look like you'll... Read More
Every time she was alone she felt it.
That loneliness that seems so inescapable.
She used to think that it came from her heart.
Now, so deep in love she finally realized...
It came from her soul.
A soul filled with so many holes,
That is now looked like a lace doilie
Each day a new one added
or a rip to make an existing... Read More
This was what another member (former "friend") wrote in their blog today:
"I saw a young white dude with a cardboard sign that said, "Broke and travelling. Please help," with railroad tracks that he drew on it.
Translation: Please help me stay out of my parants' basement in Iowa, so that I don't have to listen to my Dad telling me to cut my dreads... Read More
Being from New York, these are the thoughts that go through my head when I see a young white kid begging. Of course, being from New York, I never thought of it from the perspective of an actual white kid from the suburbs. Many people from the inner city can't understand how a white person can be homeless. I was going for a laugh, and my humor is pretty sarcastic. But, as soon as I read your comment, I realized you were right and deleted the blog.
