Breakfast. It is short and sweet and he brings me beets. Original, pleasing, and yummy. I still like him. Read more →

We meet for drinks, I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. He is completely hyper and talks a mile a minute. Operates on this superficial level all the while talking about how deep he is. I am tired. He is out. Read more →

I need a lot of attention lately. me me me me me. I want to be babied and told that I am great. I am smart pretty and good and deserve the best. Read more →

pivovision just informed me that roxy is in the fuckhouse although it has not been confirmed yet Read more →

ok, a few things. one of the effects of being inspired by this art lecture was that I felt that I did not have enough inspiration in my life, so I started making a list of all the people in my life that inspired me. It became clear that there were different sorts of inspirational , creative, intellectual, spiritual… ,… Read more →

Breakfast, he is completely relaxed and comfortable, and since I do not think that anything will ever happen I am also completely relaxed and enjoy his conversation, He is very open and tells me a lot about himself which makes me like him more. Still as friends, but still. He hugs me good bye, which I am able to enjoy,… Read more →

Great Japanese restaurant I loved it, I want to go there all the time. The owner sits with us and is acting as if we are a couple, asking if we live together, if he bought me the blouse I am wearing, I am surprised that this pleases me. He is funny, smart, well traveled, I still like him. Goodbye… Read more →

I set a fire in the garder, set a fire in the madhouse burning in the hot summer sun/ do you remember those madmen? Burning in the hot summer sun. Grow up girl, so I grew up. And there was nothing nothing nothing I didn't want. I couldn't live in a house on a street in a town. If there… Read more →

it may not always be so; and i say that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart, as mine in time not far away; if on another's face your sweet hair lay in such silence as i know, or such great writhing words as, uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before… Read more →

The other night at Charlie’s party, I looked down and this women was wearing the same work boots that Jeff wore for so long. When I saw them a pang just ran through me. I missed him done to my core. Lately, I have been hit by these pangs of loss. That other night in the garden, when I smelled… Read more →