i love internet verbs. like, to rofl, or to friend someone, or to pwn. i think it's fun how our language is changing again, and mixing the old with the new is exciting. what is it about words that captivate me so?

well, here i am in my hometown, being the littlest one again. maybe this birthday will be the one where my family realizes that a birthday marks a progression in age, not just another excuse to eat cake. well, i'll get older with or without them, thank you very much. let them eat cake.

in other news, my cats are positively thrilled that I've come home. I make a much more amenable jungle gym than my mother does. (and i'm quite taken with them, too)

so that's enough of your time. I'll let you get back to what you were doing.
I'm off to Away!

hugs,
me

there is something so intimate about being embarassed together, embarassed to each other.

why can't we take hate for granted the way we do love? which is precisely why i feel that hate takes up far more energy than its worth.

i hate pop culture. i can't abide with a culture that tells us that war is evil but pirates are charming. Oh, yes, so charming the way they used to rape and kill a man's wife and then cut his limbs off slowly in from of his fellow sailors just to find out where the money was hidden. Or maybe just for the sport. Quaint, really, and strangely seductive.
At least a soldier is buried with honor. (unless he's returning from Vietnam)

i have to take care not too care about too many things. the intensity with which i feel them leaves little left to go around.

sometimes i can be an eggshell-thin japanese teacup that my grandmother filled with cotton balls and wrapped in newspaper. sometimes i can be so bold.

i'm sorry.
love,
me

I just put some clay on my face to suck out the grossness that has been hanging out for a few days. Miraculously, it worked.

The first snow of the year always makes me happy. You can't really appreciate the beautiful geometry of a tree until it's dropped all of it's leaves and has its arms full of snowflakes that highlight its silhouette against the sky.

Today I learned that G major is gold, and clashes terribly with the color violet.

Merry Snow Day to all and to all a good night!

~me

I just realized that I haven't had any thoughts recently. Here's one:

Why can't I sing like a 300lb black woman in front of ther people without feeling like a racist?

wait a minute. . .

why am I on livejournal?!

is it bad when your computer anticipates that you're going to title your journal entry "tra-la-la"? Apparently I am frequently whimsical.

I am feeling super accomplished because I'm making progress in my Anne Bonny novel for the first time in months. I was inspired to write when I read over my first few chapters, and she got back into my head. I'm really proud of what I've written, actually. I think once I edit it well, it'll be pretty fantastic. But then, I'm biased. If I didn't think it was fantastic, I wouldn't have written it that way.

I was reading some old poetry, which I really enjoy, and I'd like to publish in Wisteria, but I'm pretty sure it would shock people to hear such things from me. I'm generally less candide in real life. I don't want to appear hypocritical or vulgar. Thoughts?

that is all. you may go now.

;-)

thunderstorms make me feel small, and i like the feeling
until the sirens remind me that someone could die from it

i rather enjoy the word tapioca. say it out loud and feel the way your mouth moves

*does a yoga pants dance*

sometimes puzzle pieces snap together. believe it or not.

it's nice to clean out your life and throw away all of the clutter. That's what summers were made for.
And in the clean empty spaces you've made, you get to put new, sparkling treasures.
And sometimes you find old and precious relics that you hadn't given up on. Like my rose red ring that was taunting me from my suitcase the whole time, and is now safely snugly hugging my first left knuckle. (a treasure chest in its own right)

these musings have been brought to you by the letter R.

what is she but a woman scorned, like which fury hell hath no??