September 2010
1 post
5 tags
I know I haven’t been on here in months… and I only have a handful of posts to my username… but that’s because I’ve just been busy with a million other things, and this blog has fallen by the wayside.
But now I have a bunch of shit to say, because I am totally fed up inside and I need to let it out. Here goes.
I love him, and I know he loves me. It’s never...
April 2010
1 post
He had a paper to write over the evils of procrastination, but he decided he’d deal with it later.
March 2010
14 posts
8 tags
It was easier than she thought it would be. She simply shoved a hand into her jeans pocket, fished out a couple of coins, and smiled as she dropped them into the dirty palm of the bum. Brilliant. She felt so good, too. People should do this more often.
He looked up at her in a mixture of awe and gratitude. His eyes twinkled blue in dark, leathery skin, under so much grey hair.
“Thank...
The sun sets and the chill follows. What was a beautiful sunny day is now a cool dark evening in Louisiana, traffic sounds occasionally cutting through the humid silence. I can feel the goosebumps forming on my bare arms. My coffee, too, has lost its warmth, but I continue to guzzle the bitter elixir. My eyelids are heavier, but I don’t foresee bedtime coming just yet.
I shoulda done more...
Every time your eyes pass over me without lighting up like they used to, it’s like a knife to my gut. Maybe you still hold me and kiss me from time to time, but I try to derive some meaning from it and come up empty handed. It’s moments like that when I start to want to get violent - want to take my fist and smash your jaw with it, want to put the toe of my boot into your kidney as...
“Let’s shoot this fucker!”
– Martin Landau as Bela Lugosi in Tim Burton’s Ed Wood
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Somebody please remind me to doodle more.
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Ice cream and Bukowski. Gotta love it.
It’s the middle of the night. I woke up from some insane dreams, having gone to bed ludicrously early in a fit of exhaustion. One dream provided me with an interesting scene or two for a screenplay… maybe it will prove fruitful, maybe it will wither and die. I can only hope for the former. At least, the characters were the most interesting I could ask for. :-)
The woman stares at her nude figure in the mirror. Wrinkles are starting to seep into the delicate features of her face, and her arms and middle are beginning to enlarge and sag. Her breasts no longer retain the buoyancy of youth. She sticks her tongue out, wiggles it, squints her eyes. She turns profile and studies the slump of her buttocks, larger than ever. She notices the increased number of...
I think this might have been a bad day to start this. But I’m trying to bear down and commit to this concept for the long haul, so instead of bailing, here’s what happened to me moments after I signed up for this blog, moments after I created my safe haven away from my personal life, offered up only to the eyes of strangers.
See, I’m living with my boyfriend and his old college...
Annoyed
So I wrote this incredibly long first blog, going into explicit, heartfelt detail about the purpose of creating this account… and I lost it. Not sure how, but I did. I guess I’ll rewrite it and post it later; I’m not in the mood at this second. Just want to vent about my stupidity in website navigation. *sigh*