Archive for September, 2008

Plus Sign

Saturday, September 27th, 2008

My Friend,
Tonight–or was is this morning?–you told me you had it. Those three little innocuous letters followed by the word “Positive,” a word which is supposed to mean “happy, upbeat.” But the thing you have…though your doctor says it’s no longer the disease Adam White had, or the thing they sing about in […]

Levels

Thursday, September 25th, 2008

I believe my levels are off.  Which levels, I cannot say…just that “they” are “off.”
I have been swinging between complete hopelessness and anxiety with, well, myself, to brief moments of “I can do it!” accompanied by trumpets.  I don’t feel like writing, or moving, or doing anything relatively interesting except for maybe sleeping.  And perhaps […]

In the Dark

Wednesday, September 17th, 2008

Post Script to last, er, post:
My birthday is this Saturday…so all of you well-wishers have not yet missed the blessed event of my glorious appearing.  You were wondering why you hadn’t heard the songbirds?  Why bursts of beautiful light had not yet crossed the orbs to your soul?  Why your nether regions had not yet […]

I Am Good Enough. I Am Smart Enough. People Like Me. Repeat.

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

Okay, so maybe I’m totally PMSing, but everything sucks and I hate life.
Kidding. Things aren’t that bad:
The boyfriend’s dad woke up and is doing well! He is slated to go home in the next day or two.
We got a great deal to a local gym and my ass is […]

Early to Bed…

Friday, September 12th, 2008

Is it bad to want–to really, really want–to go to bed at 10:13 pm on a Friday night?  To maybe swallow down a sleep-inducing allergy pill, wash it down with a beer, remove all my clothing save a comfy cotton t, and snuggle down in my awesome platform bed?  Is it?
I mean, cuz today I […]

Tuesday, September 9th, 2008

I’ve been dealing with a shitload of awesomeness lately, namely being disgustingly full of mucus, and the sudden very serious life condition of my boyfriend’s father. One is easily cured with Mucinex and a pile of Kleenex, the other…not so much.
Also, my accounting class sucks balls.
So, instead of whining for paragraphs on end about […]

FORTUNE COOKIES ARE REAL

Tuesday, September 2nd, 2008

FORTUNE COOKIES ARE REAL.
The other day, the bf got a fortune cookie (from the amazing Bistro 86) that said “an unexpected fortune is coming your way (in bed).”  Of course, we laughed and scoffed…and secretely wished that we were the least bit superstitious.
Well, THEN, yesterday I went to S-bucks and ordered a grande Double-Shot on […]

Gah. Just, gah.

Monday, September 1st, 2008

Oh dear god…I hate accounting. Hate, hate, hate. That’s one of the big reasons that I haven’t been writing lately…accounting homework and the sheer amount of numbness that it causes my brain to feel.
I think I’d have the capacity to learn accounting, but the course writers have decided that we–communications people, i.e. non-numbers-that’s-what-the-accounting-department-is-for […]

Blerg.