There were good times and bad times...

I'll always remember you.

Remembrance died. She is buried near one of my mom’s plants. I don't quite understand how she died but she did. I found her laying on top of her filter on Friday night. Poor thing. Then she finally stopped attempting to live Saturday afternoon.

In other news... My worth is increasing.

It was only last week when I found a sticker on my shirt that read $1.95. Now today, on the leg of my pants, I found one that read $36.99.

I think these price stickers are a sign...from someone...about something...

That’s all I have to report right now. I’ll keep you updated.

Can you hear me now? Good.

No wait. No good. I don’t want to hear you because you’re obviously not hearing me. I’m giving subtle clues for you to give me more than a one word response but all you have to say is ‘good.’ Frankly I don’t need your approval to go on, but you seem to need mine to move on to the next mountain top or train platform. One day I’m not going to be able to hear you and you’re going to freeze like a computer without a command – speechless.

I just want to fly away.
But I lost my wings two Halloweens ago.

State: Sleepy with a bit of crazy-rambly on the side (as you might have noticed...sorry about that).

all of that time you thought I was sad/I was trying to remember your name

This lovely picture was not taken by me. It was taken by a certain someone named Carl.

I want a roaring fire, a good book and a significant other. Today calls for all of those things. Rainy sleepy days like these always do.

Dear Santa:
I am writing you early this year because I just want to tell you that I’m still here. My lack of letters doesn’t mean I don’t care. I’ve discovered that I am one of those goats. Where ever I am the grass always looks greener on the other side. It gets tiring. I figure I need to see it all before I make my final decision. I have a repetitive personality at times, I think. I have to have all of one thing over and over and over again, instead of allotting myself healthy doses. I go from loving something like never before and then straight to feeling indifferent about it.

Santa do you think I’m vain?

Maybe I just have too much time to think. Or, maybe I just give myself too much time to think.

The phone rang just now and a calm cocky automated voice asked me if I was single and over 18. I pressed ‘0’ for yes. The response was a shrill beep and silence.

Well I should go. It was nice finally having the time to write to you Santa. Oh, I wouldn’t mind getting a roaring fire, a good book and a significant other. But I’m sure the weather and my mood will change tomorrow. So don’t worry about it. I’ll keep you posted.

Love.

I'm gonna run away and never wonder why

Where is my fucking ANGRY CD?!
I only have one angry CD the rest are whining emo crap or Black Eyed Peas
I’m really trying to make Black Eyed Peas my new angry CD but it’s not working.
What does it say about a person who only has one angry CD and a fist full of sad CDs?
I DON’T KNOW but that is NOT the point right now. THE POINT is that I’m angry and stressed out and I have no CD to match my mood. I have one angry CD and I can NOT find it. NO I do not want suggestions of angry CDs or for you to tell me about angry CDs that you own. I WANT MY FREAKING ANGRY CD NOW, please.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Hold up.
I found it. There, are you happy HEAD ACHE?
Please turn off now.