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Monthly Archives: November 2014
Here I go, here I go, here I go again
Four Thoughts, Disconnected 1) I think about an agency called, “Carry Your Burden.” You go in, pay a fee, and they take away your biggest worry, the pain, the grief, the guilt, the thing that keeps you from living your … Continue reading
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I wanted so badly not to be me
Four Thoughts, Disconnected 1) Writing this late on a Saturday night, to post on a Sunday. And I’m buzzing and happy and creative. This feeling won’t last forever. Knowing my brain, it’s working on a way to sabotage this moment. … Continue reading
we never knew we could want more
On the first day of a 49-day self-care project, I walk to the bar around the corner. My deep breaths chill my throat on this damp cold night. Today was a long, wet day, most of it spent with my mother, who … Continue reading
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Millions of People are Waitin’ on Love
Four Thoughts, Disconnected 1) This was the week of shutting things down. I took a break from Twitter because I was using it to distract and narcotize myself. And I was using it to stab myself with a particular small … Continue reading
Bing! Bang! Bong!
Four Thoughts, Disconnected 1) I’ve been reading Sophia Loren’s memoir, Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow: My Life. She is a hero of mine, for her beauty, her warmth, her sexiness, her smarts, her talent, her style. Everything. She is everything I want to be, the … Continue reading
There’ll Never Be a Kiss Like Your Kiss
Four Thoughts, Disconnected 1. Sometimes, I take a hot shower so long that I think I lose consciousness. Leaning my left shoulder on the tiled wall, steamy, soap melting in my hand, I could be dreaming. I lose time, maybe I … Continue reading
Time Casts a Spell On You
I’ve had Fleetwood Mac’s Silver Springs stuck in my head for about a week. It’s haunting me. I’ve tried over-riding with Prince, with Elvis Costello, with Taylor Swift. But, there it is, the soundtrack to my life. Just watch this. … Continue reading
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The Shelf is a Metaphor 