My insides are screaming as if I drank a pot of coffee or snorted a thousand lines of cocaine and why you ask do I even have time to be pensive about this shit when I’m smack in the middle of the busiest time of the year? Because my head is going to explode – that’s why. And because my therapist graduated me off of her couch and so I’m stuck with this blog –…
It’s been over two years since the Angel of Death passed her wand over my life and pretty much burned the landscape down to the ground. Two years of building a life back from the ashes. Two plus years of learning to live alone, to accepting I may remain alone, and to realizing that there is not a goddamn thing wrong with that as a lifestyle. And yet, I still cry when someone asks me…
Who the hell wants to be in love – it sucks! It makes your stomach hurt and then you toss and turn at night and wake up feeling like your insides are crawling through your skin. It’s nauseating. I prefer foot loose and Rachel free – love sucks!
A friend is trying to set me up with someone who she thinks is perfect for me – why now? Why me? Leave me alone. Ugh.
…no matter who it is, there i am fucking it up…
Haiku for the L TrainWe could fuck this upBut there is another wayI see it clearly
I said this about forty times yesterday and wrote it in an email that I subsequently deleted twenty times. Then I get up to this horoscope – who is writing this stuff and why do they have a direct link to me? – it’s starting to creep me out:The love train is pulling into the station today, and it’s stopping right in front of you! You are going to get a big dose of affection,…
Again, after the party, I find footprints all over my bathtub. I don’t know what is going on in my bathrooms during these shindigs but I’m determined to find out – I’m thinking of installing hidden cameras.
S sends me this: In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know I had something to write about, than to…