Tuesday, March 31, 2009


I got my back adjusted.
Then I couldn't balance in my low/high lunge.

Now that I'm back in alignment, balancing is harder.
I guess that's what happens when your body adapts.

I'm exhausted. I think I'm going to pass out now.

Monday, March 30, 2009

I don't think you understand.

You obviously don't want me as much as I want you.
So stop pretending, please.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Sobered Alcohol

It's funny how my mind is quickly sobered by the addition of alcohol.
Everything seems so obvious now... without logic clouding my vision.

Accidental confessions that were already known.
Colors that tried to flow out of my fingertips.

Artistic muses turned into an artistic muse.

I smile as the music just... matches up with my heartbeat.

("Accidental Babies" by Damien Rice)

Well, I held you like a lover, happy hands -- your elbow in the appropriate place. And we ignored our others, happy plans -- that delicate look upon your face. Our bodies moved and hardened hurting parts of your garden with no room for a pardon in a place where no one knows what we have done.

(This is disjointed because I have become a lightweight, officially.
The equivalent of two shots of SoCo should not make you introspectively tipsy. It did do its job in making me sleepy though.)

Sunday, March 8, 2009

It's been a while since I've posted here.

FAIL, right?

Well, lately I've been plagued by a silly crush.
I've also been plagued by thoughts of a reoccurring kind.
A previous "crush" I suppose you'd call it.

I used the quotes because... well, I considered more than a crush on my end.

I feel like I'm working non-stop. (Although I'm not, otherwise I could and would live all on my own. That would be fantastic and awesome.)
I've been cooking more.

Turkey enchiladas are being made tomorrow.
Shrimp scampi on Tuesday.
Baked Ziti on Wednesday (but I'm putting it together tomorrow).

Oh, and I NEED to clean tomorrow. My room has been taken over by clutter and disgustingness. It is absolutely terrible.

I want to paint on Tuesday. I really do.
And sometimes this week, I have to put the FAFSA together for my sister.

That's what I've been up to. Nothing new or exciting or dangerous.
Same old stuff.
Different month.