incorect

When I go to update, it says "You are: incorect" still funny to me. So yesterday was Pride..oh so much fun. I was supposed to meet a bunch of people there but it didn't work out...didn't get to see Lacy but Jayson was there so that's a plus. I had a great time despite the sticky weather and Beth...Big mistake inviting her to go- what with the clingyness and me trying to be seen and not wanting people thinking we're together. I'm a bitch

It's so fucking humid..Being warm makes me think about dying. it appears i'm going to live. i've re-apportioned my thoughts to the future and decided this summer will be my time for knot work and assorted miseries, joys. something to keep my mind occupied before transferring to bigger and better things... i'm doing a lot of reading and writing and self-communion. such time. weary,weary.

my present nerves and inclinations are very small tissue samples of former organs in comparison to those days (oh but my excuses are sometimes fantastical)... tired of having to prove myself to my better past-self... i say goodbye to her time and time again, but past-selves do not make farewell concert tours for adoring audiences... she makes cheap television cameos, just enough to document the disintigration. why can't time just be honest... i feel i am being studied for weaknesses in design, as if a raptor fence. admit it- i'm a raptor fence. and you, you are a potted cactus, silly houseplant rooted to the windowsill. prickly, usesless...prickly

she thought her the picture of sadness, like one chained to some all-important position...
all-important but all-consuming... and never-ending...

"you are like breathing" she said to her.
she had stopped playing.
soon her mind drifted to other things