I switch from panicky to excited fairly regularly, though the worst of the panic is perhaps slightly behind me, leaving me more excited than not. And that is the point, no?
My sister and I went shopping for dress fabric yesterday (yay fashion district!), seeking good ol' bridal-ready taffetta or some lovely alternative. In the first shop we picked up ideal... Read More
Apparently food is not the thing to skip when I have no money.
Not sure to skip then.
Meanwhile, some funds for wedding are making themselves available, though getting number from my mother is like pulling teeth. I'm not sre how it all is going to happen, but I think it will ultimately be lovely and fun. That is, assuming my future mother in law... Read More
that's what mother in laws do, i think it's part of the job description. close your eyes, grit your teeth and when the day arrives, party your ass off no matter what happens so that becomes your memory of it all!!
Things are completely insane, and I need your opinions.
So, even though I've been engaged exactly a week we already have a date and a location. I have all my bridesmaids. My sister is deconstructing my mother's wedding dress next week. I have a big preliminary guest-list of over 170, expecting about 155-165 to attend, with even more people I wish I could add. Plus,... Read More
I don't see any reason why it can't work. It can either by lovely and crisp, or lovely and warm. You will be happy either way. No matter what, you will not be in any extreme. Just enjoy!
I know I promised I'd be about after the 18th, but since then I've gotten a second job (and a third, if you count the babysitting I'm doing tomorrow). This still isn't paying for a new laptop for me (damn, I feel poor) so my online time remains teh limited. Poo. Life maybe frees up in mid-January. Maybe something... Read More
Knowing what to do with the future and how to get there can be really hard. When it is the right time for the right things, you will know it and it will all work out. Have you found the new place yet?
Just wanted to leave some for next time you're back.
I am hoping that there are good things for you, even in the midst of problems. You're one of the people from around here that are always in my thoughts, even when they are away.
Some players are forgotten
When once they leave from the stage-
Some characters cease to charm
With a turn of single page.
Oblivion takes some thoughts,
Little as we'd hold it true...
But this one thing is certain:
Not a one of these are you.
Turns out if there's real turnout for this fundraiser I'm singing in, I may well be performing this music, plus more, in December at Joe's Pub. Joe's Pub? Seriously?!? Fuckin' rad, dude.
Maybe getting a second job. Would rather replace the first, don't get me wrong, but I'll take what I can get. As this pay well be dropped in my lap, I'll... Read More
Can't stay long. I've been so busy. Still hate my job with an unrivaled passion. What's new is the visiting friend from way out of town (haven't seen him in years), a test in a few weeks that I know nothing of the contents of which I must study for, and a concert I'm performing in for which I am learning very VERY hard music.... Read More
I've been revising "David's Gods" (remember that one?). I added some things it needed, removed some crap. I'm happier with it, but I will need to hear it read before I'm done with it.
I'll be home alone a lot in the next two months. I'm not looking forward to that, oh no.
If wishing counts for anything
Then I would wish you well-
If wishing counts for not a thing
This one hope I still tell:
That you'll be happy all your years
And strong, and given grace;
Until next time you visit here
I shall miss both your words and face.
Cold songs
Wont inform you
Of the night I waited for you
Expecting strange scents
Meant to turn me some shade of green
Or remind you
Of our resurrection (the second)
On that bench in the park
Between tense quiet and
The intent of a hard fuck
Cold songs
Wont make you smile
To think how much better
Your reflection appears... Read More
To consider the injury implicit
In little words spoken in unfortunate sequence
On beautiful days, in beautiful moments
Those words alone would make the poem for me. But I'm still left wondering not so much if I understand them, as if I have ever known the feeling behind them, myself.
Have you found the new place yet?
