Dearest Universe,
I feel more and more compelled to withdraw as much as I can from you. I find myself speaking less, interacting with few, and forgetting more. What shall I become ?
Monday, February 15, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
2/5/2010
Even an evil mess like me has to stop and enjoy the simple smile that comes with a statement like this...
Taxes are DONE bitches !
Taxes are DONE bitches !
Thursday, February 4, 2010
2/4/2010
Since severing myself from the internet universe (this outlet excluded of course) I can actually FEEL the lack of a connection. Where as I used to be able to send a little tendril out into the void and get responses... the only recipient of THIS outpouring would be you dear Universe. It is equal parts lonesome and liberating. My little experiment here is helping to reinforce my need to interact with people in a real way. Too many of us, I feel, rely on this new connection to each other. We are forgetting what it is to see a smile rather than a :).
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
2/3/2010 1:57AM
Cleaning numbers out of my phone tonight. Preparing for my disappearance, I must have erased close to 30 numbers. It's a depressing thought to "throw away" 30 people. To have come in contact with so many during this transitional phase only to leave them behind when I move on to the next. Sometimes I wonder if it's the right thing to do...
But I need to survive. There are more lives at stake than just my own.
But I need to survive. There are more lives at stake than just my own.
Monday, February 1, 2010
2/2/2010
I will sing. I will sing and someone will come. Someone will come. Someone will come and we will be happy. We will be happy and they will kill me. They will kill me. They will kill me and I will sing. I will sing.
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