Celebrating the Hollows

I haven't wanted to really write anything for a long time. Here am I bursting with ideas the last couple of days and I can't seem to bring myself to put pen to paper, or at the very least a blank word processor.

At night is when my mind really starts itself moving. I'm all cozy and my head starts spinning yarns but I just lay in bed. I repeat them three times in my head convinced that they are powerful enough to stay with me through a couple hours of sleep. Most days I wake up not even knowing I was trying to remember anything.

Damn damn damn.

I should probably just keep a pen and pape by my bed, and quit being so goddamned lazy or something.

Grrrumble

Dreams that wake me up and keep me on edge all day make me feel weeirrrd.

:(

Oh boy

So tired, want to cuddle.

On Law

If you think it's about keeping you safe you are kidding yourself. It's about maintaining order. I just fully realized this today. What a revelation.

ORDER SCHMORDER.

Have a great weekend kids. I know I will.

Dangerous Times

I forgot how freeing it is to speed down an interstate at midnight with Simon and Garfunkel blaring in the speakers.

Old mix cds bring back memories of dust and hilarity and every emotion in between. Yes, dust is an emotion, reserved solely for ghosts.

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Since when did I get so organized? Maybe this is why I can't seem to get enough sleep these days.

OR MAYBE I have some weird strain of the pig flu floating around behind my eyes and porking with my brain? Maybe.

Going to sleep.

They Call it that for a Reason

This weekend ruled. Why?

1) Shaved heads.

2) Patterned tights.

3) Magic.

4) Friends that make you feel at home.

5) Oranges, high life, and sips of rum.

6) Sweaty palms and busy intersection kisses.

7) Warm weather and sinking into piles of leaves.

8) Dads.

9) Music before bed.

10) Warm showers in the morning.

Don't let me forget:

11) Big fluffy robes.

Ahhh.

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I'm itching. Trying to be patient waiting for the weekend. The part where I get to smile unabashedly. The part where I get to stop being serious and responsible and stop rushing to the cries of tikes. Where I don't have to wear functional clothes. I feel like I understand the decade of the 70's a lot better.

I. Am. Anxious. Antsy. C'mon weekend, let's get it on.

I've been listening to the weirdest mix of music and it's written all over my face. I've been writing letters and watching the day turn to night. I've been wondering how I relate to everyone and if I could maybe embroider than onto a blanket that corresponds with the contours of my body.

I'm so tired of saving up for a car. The process makes me feel bored. I hate that I have to get a car at all. I want to spend my money on stupid things, like tattoos and good food and paying off school loans, old dresses and worn in boots. These things make me miss the big dirty cities. All of them. Sometimes I just want to make a break for it. Oh well, it's just a bad storm with lightening. The burbs are the bermuda of the globe.

I am putting my imagination into practice. I've been struggling for so long to invent a dream and all of a sudden I have so many to strive for. It's all about magic and good living. And making things with my hands!

I'm a dork, so what?

They are re-airing the old V miniseries!!!!

YES!