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i went to the beach.
i caught crabs
ha!
i am officially moving ahead in life
starting with a brand new job
you can now catch me riding the T every weekday, morning and night.
if you do spot me, please smile.
public transport makes me nervous
and i could use the silent support.
i have also trained myself recently to stop biting my nails.
i've had a few slip-ups, but they are now long
and good for scratching the cats
and perhaps you, if you get too close!
i miss going on dates
i used to buy new outfits when i met a boy i liked
it's just as well that i don't spend the money
but i do miss how thrilling it was.
the end
i am getting frustrated with my life, as-is.
there is plenty of good in it -- more than what most people have.
but when it comes down to it, i know i can do better.
i can do better than this.
now, then, a nice shot of me as a nurse.
there is plenty of good in it -- more than what most people have.
but when it comes down to it, i know i can do better.
i can do better than this.
now, then, a nice shot of me as a nurse.
hello folks,
i had four wisdom teeth removed on tuesday, what a mess! my body, as always, was terribly uncooperative and my face is swollen still, many hours later. i am beginning to eat again and am in bright spirits.
this photo was taken by quincy market, shortly before the extraction. quite the bon vivant, no?
"something for the rag and bone man
over my dead body..."
I can't imagine being physically restrained by a man I have never seen before, but then... it happens again and again every night when I go to sleep.
I have lost weight, since the stress started piling on. My dreams have gotten increasingly worse, my face is broken out. I look gaunt, pale, angular. Dirty. Unwashed.
Needless to say, I'm unhappy.
The "travel" mugs full of half-consumed coffee, now cold, are all around me.
They no longer sustain me.
I need something else.
over my dead body..."
I can't imagine being physically restrained by a man I have never seen before, but then... it happens again and again every night when I go to sleep.
I have lost weight, since the stress started piling on. My dreams have gotten increasingly worse, my face is broken out. I look gaunt, pale, angular. Dirty. Unwashed.
Needless to say, I'm unhappy.
The "travel" mugs full of half-consumed coffee, now cold, are all around me.
They no longer sustain me.
I need something else.
I miss my life, circa 3 years ago, minus the shitty boyfriend I had at the time.
Can I reclaim history, the edited version?
Things that I fully realize, and yet am powerless to change:
1. I have been drinking too much lately.
2. I have not been doing enough actual work at work.
3. I have chronic, excessive sexual impulses.
4. I feel lonely, even if just slightly in the back of my mind, every minute of the day.
I like to sit at home and knit, drink whiskey sours and pet my cat, and watch re-runs of CSI ...
but it's never going to be enough.
Can I reclaim history, the edited version?
Things that I fully realize, and yet am powerless to change:
1. I have been drinking too much lately.
2. I have not been doing enough actual work at work.
3. I have chronic, excessive sexual impulses.
4. I feel lonely, even if just slightly in the back of my mind, every minute of the day.
I like to sit at home and knit, drink whiskey sours and pet my cat, and watch re-runs of CSI ...
but it's never going to be enough.
