Month: March 2009
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Present, Future
This day is going better than yesterday because I do not have to go to the dentist. I have not locked myself out of my car (yet). I am planning to eat all day so as not to get so hungry and stay within my point range for Weight Watchers. Although my gums are…
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Reasons Why I Will Be Taking My Last Hydrocodone Pill Tonight.
I was at the dentist at 7:30 for them to make the temporary bridge for my teeth. I had three shots and had to raise my hand because I could still feel that shit. I had a total of about 5 shots in my mouth. My ½ a xanax did not really mellow me out…
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Clutter
So I’m guilty of clutter, even on this blog. Writing should be able to breathe and stand alone and shine, but I decide nearly every time that I have something else to say. So something more profound gets hidden in the ruff of triviality and mania. Okay, maybe mania equals too much caffeine. …
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How to Get What You Want: In Memory
She told the nurse, Leave me alone I’m trying to die here. 97 and a tiny little thing 97 and feisty as hell 97 and gone on to wherever it is she wanted to go.
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Flutter
…and really it’s about wanting to know what I can’t even still do you remember has replaced why at least sometimes you won’t know the significance of this day you never knew the significance of me but I hope you reflect for a brief moment on the last year of your life think of me…
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Associated Ringtones
My God. The joy of ringtones. I stalk them. I’m constantly searching for the ultimate ringtones. I buy them, I have more than I can use, and then am at a loss. I mean, if I apply a ringtone to a person, then the song gets affiliated with them and their deeds. And what if…
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No Punctuation for Good Measure
this is not a poem exactly just thoughts broken by lines and no punctuation for good measure this is not a coherent whole poem and prose welded and molded fused together in harmony ……… Let me tell you. Thursday marks our one-year anniversary. We met at Julie’s, after my class (it was…
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Wrongful Yelling
I yelled at my brother because he wronged us, because he wronged me. My aunt is suffering through cancer treatment that will most likely result in her death, but the odds being what they are and her will to live being what it is, there’s no other option. I yelled at my brother because he…
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