Journal

And the birthday wenteth

will i ever see paris? or peru? will i ever dance on ice and eat clouds? fall in love enough to make all other memories pale in comparison? become an aclaimed writer/designer/dancer/actress/talkshow host? have kids? adopt kids? paint my own kitchen wall? save the whales? hug a tree? teach my grandchildren my special brownie recipe?

The birthday cometh

bloody two bloody days to go. *looks at clock* screw that. one day to go. fucked. i is definitely fucked.

Glorious shoulders, oh my!

Do you remember Glorious Shoulders? not Gleaming Biceps (GB), not Hot Stalker (HS), but Glorious Shoulders (GS). i met him two months ago at a pool party, was fascinated by his amazing swimmer body (six packs rippling) and his hazel eyes, and vaguely remembered having a conversation with him, although the six packs were rippling too much.

Eight years without you

i thought he would come over and i would cook us some pasta, we'd put big fish, and i'd impress him with my knowledge of fairytales, and then i would start: "when i was sixteen..."

Everything you shouldnt be

once again, God is cracking up at me

And life began

i could almost hear him thinking out loud, so that night at the party, i told him "she's happy with her boyfriend, so dont get your hopes up." and he said "She's a big girl, she knows what she's doing."

music!

sometimes i wonder if there are people who dont get high on music that means something, not the oontsoontsoontsoonts dance bullshit,

Why women like me should not be allowed to drive

10. I left my car lights on last night, though firmly denying it to my father, and woke up today to find a completely dead battery and a very smug "I told you so!" parent.

Heavy Cereal

Wake up to lines on the legs The sun painting its rays on me

Journal 7th Nov

I open the remote control curtains, look at the tree outside my window and smile. God it's good to see a tree.