matamoras

I can count the number of people I trust on one hand. Deception through omission is lying.
Depeption through omission is lying.
Tell someone everything. Tell them the mundane details of your life and spill every other emotion but leave out other details and you are lying. Deception through omission is lying and I don't trust liars. I don't sit on a high horse. I've...
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I'm on myspace now. If you're on it. Lemme know.

What if you ask to know it all and you don't like it? What if you want to know it and you aren't moved? What then?

This week was absolutely disatrous as I spent Monday night in the emergency room fretting over a loved one. When the doctor asks to see you, it's never good. But it got better, got tolerable and now we wait...
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There was a time when I lived with a dusty stolen beige dictionary and a yellow thesaurus next to me. There was even a desk I believed, though I rarely remember using it. There were pens, a typewriter named Erika, and a canister of pencils. I used to write. Everyday. Every second. That is what I did and I was not happy. I was melancholy...
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So my brother-in-law wants us to go see some cover band tonight. That'll suck I'm sure as his taste in music is terrible. It is so beautiful out side and I had a coupon for a free cup of coffee so I went out and got one. God I love Saturday mornings when it's sunny and warm and I have nothing to do. About three...
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She is so beautiful.
Frighteningly cold.
11000 miracles happened here, the plaque says.
She steps back from the fountain and peers
at the copper coins in her pale palm.
She is here
for an indeterminable amount of time.

I can feel my parent's disappointment dripping over their own lives. They're both professionally successful and loved and well-respected, but I can feel their own personal disappointment with themselves and it is painful.

Thank God it's almost Thursday. I need my weekend. Even if I just spend it with books and cups of coffee this week.

St. Patrick's Day next week.....I know, I know it's...
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ARGH, I lost my update!
Highlights: moping, tattered clothing, 16 lbs. lighter, Irish, German.

I pushed myslef today. I did something professionally that I didn't want to do. I competed in a hair competition and I lost, but I did it. Even though my nerves were wracked so bad. Go me. I lost, but I didn't run away.

I'm getting some kick-ass clients. Big money, cool style. I like it.

I have had a very important conversation with someone. Someone who got high about six hours after we had it. The next six months are going to tell my future. Professionally, I will be through school (a school where I can actually find a job). A vacation will have been taken (one needed by both parties). Career choices for the other individual will be made....
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