Brr

Life is doing one of those Very Dramatic Crazy Things.

In the form of an amazing person, who thinks the world of me. I'm not complaining, I'm not! I'm just--fretting. That bo-ho blogger chick who sits on my left shoulder just grimaced a little; fretting?! fretting is for people who don't trust in the universe. you trust the universe don't you?

yeah, yeah. I'm just a little strung, right now.

no excuses!

And so now there's some frantic rectifying going on. I like who I am with you, Spinster-boi. That's more meaning than almost anything else, means more than a lot else. Do you see what I'm saying?

I'm sorry.

Day of Infixes

Isn't it beautiful?

Sparkly Things For-freaking-ever:

And yeah, babes, that was a fucking infix. In English. (tee-hee!)

:

Jumpology

There's something more beautiful than me here.

Trufax

Next to Godliness?

Amen. Scrubbed so hard today in the shower I think I might be pure-hearted again. It was a good feeling--like that postcard that said that you've never gone too far the wrong way to turn around and come back.

I don't know if I agree. I don't know if I disagree. It's a beautiful idea though, and a comfort in a strange, wonderful, intimate way.

Blues

The Perils of Justifying Oneself



The concert went swimmingly, though the cost energy-wise of Desperately and Enthusiastically Okay was apparent by the end of the day. I wasn't, of course, as sparkly and graceful as I might've liked, but who the hell is in these sorts of situations? (I had been earlier, says a little, eminently traitorous voice in my mind. I had been sexy and alive and vibrant(!) earlier. What the hell happened?)

I don't know. I'm miles better than I had been even a few weeks ago, but I'm still...very angry. Last night, I wanted just to march up to him, finger jabbing into that well-muscled chest, and scream. I'm all too aware that this would probably give him, in his mind, good grounds to completely discount me. I just want him to know, to be confronted with things that he can't repress. He can't repress ME.

(And now it's like shifting off those bonds of silence, shame-facedness, and un-met looks.)

There's more to it. There's always more it it.
Until there isn't? But that's okay, and probably a fair far ways off.