On the bus: Dallas
His hair is the same texture and color as mine but down to his waist. Today, he had it braided, and the braid swung in rhythm with his step as he approached the door of the bus. The wind kicked up, sending his black leather duster swirling about at the hem, and I thought of Jim Butcher’s wizard, Harry Dresden, and how Dallas might look carrying a carved staff and blasting rod. He smiled,...
I just got a rejection letter from a query I sent in August of 2010. Way to stay on top of your work load, lady! It’s not even the same novel as it was then, doesn’t even have the same title. I’m tempted to resubmit it and see if she gets back to me before 2013.
It's cold and wet and supposed to snow
on and off for the next three days. I know this isn’t a big deal to most of you, but I live in a place where people lose their minds if anything white falls from the sky. Also, I have to go to the grocery store. Good thing I don’t need milk, bread, beer, or cigarettes.
TMI Alert: Inspired by Movember
In January, I won’t shave my legs or armpits in order to promote cervical cancer awareness. Oh wait…I already don’t shave for the entire month of January.
Failure at Friendship
I didn’t pay attention to the moment when you started pulling away, probably because I was doing the same. I’ve tried to get back to the time just before, but it’s not possible. I know this. People, lives, relationships change. That can be healthy, but this feels like a dissolution. Maybe you’re protecting yourself. I know I am. I don’t like being hurt, especially by...
I was the only woman in the room not wearing...
Cowboy, scrunchy suede, riding…you name it, women are wearing them. I don’t understand most trends, but I really don’t understand how 80’s fashion has come back. Pleated miniskirts, vests, leg warmers, and side ponytails…<shiver> It’s not just women. I saw a 20-something guy in gym shorts, an aqua Richard Simmons tank, and blackout neon orange shades. ...
I missed my Tumblr anniversary.
It was yesterday. Those first few posts were a poor attempt to feel out myself and my audience with a bit of bad poetry, snippets of dreamstories (my greatest inspirations as a wannabe writer), and quick anecdotes. It’s interesting to see what has changed and what hasn’t, both in what I write, what I post, who I follow, and who follows me. Thursday night, I dreamed a boy gave me the...
Things and stuff and...whatever
and not being invited to the party, which is fine because last year, that redneck asshole you invited pissed me off so much I wanted to shove his shaved head in your chiminea. Even the stupidest person I know would have the thought and presence not to say, “If my brother was gay, I’d kill him,” in a crowd of people. And he will most likely go on to father five ignorant, racist...
During a phone conversation with my mother...
Her: I’ve gained some perspective on your divorce. Me: Oh, you have? (quiet chuckle) Her: My doctor suggested I read The Five Love Languages, and it says that if you don’t show someone love in a way they can understand and accept, it’s pretty much like you’re ignoring them. Me: Yep.
This Boy: Interlude
It has been some time since I continued any of my series. When I awoke this morning, it seemed the time was right to continue his story, just not in this post. For earlier posts in his series, click here. The first boy I ever loved was in my dream last night. I sat in an antique, wooden school desk, complete with ink well, on the far right side of a wide lecture hall. Several of the asbestos...
winsomelosealways: bekaboo: Introverted: 11% Sensing: 62% Feeling: 12% Perceiving: 33% Take your personality type test here. What I am wondering is why mine adds up to 118%. I must have a whole lotta personality! Strength of the preferences % Introverted: 78 Intuitive: 25 Feeling: 12 Perceiving: 33 About the same as when I always take it. Perception level went down a chunk...
For Fluffy’s birthday, I’m giving him Cyanide and Happiness xkcd vol 0 Save Yourself, Mammal! (Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal) I can’t wait to see his face, followed shortly thereafter by him opening the cover of any one of them, reading, laughing, and saying, “Look at this!” There is nothing quite so wonderful as making someone you love happy.
I'm terrible at keeping in touch.
Me: How is Libby? Do y’all ever hear from her since she retired? Office Guru: Honey, Libby died ten years ago of a heart attack.
It is of no concern to anyone but me, but my right nipple hurts like hell. See, most days, when I take off my bra, I’ll find that my nipples have folded up a bit. This might be remedied by purchasing a larger cup bra, but those of you who are faithful followers have read that I feel, deep in my heart, that finding this holy grail of bras isn’t going to happen. I make do, and because...
It’s been almost seven months since the tornado left a mile-wide gash across town. Most of the wreckage has been cleared. The lake in the middle of town is still full of debris. It looks like a coal mine slurry pond. I doubt the ducks will return. The city is dragging its feet over letting people rebuild. Lots of rezoning, telling people they can’t build a house on the lot where a...
I keep asking myself: why am I doing this?
I keep answering myself: you promised.
This little part of me is sucking the life out of...
I can see and feel it in my skin, in new lines and the lack of luster, so many changes of which I wasn’t warned but should have anticipated. Such is the nature of life and death, and I’m a bit stupid for being underprepared. Nevertheless, you would look at me and say, “You are radiant.” Honestly, you would. I think you’d be right because, even though I’m losing...
This morning, the bus driver forced
the passengers to listen to “Fancy” by Drake. What? I don’t even…whatever. Addendum: I can find value in the song so far as Weird Al Yankovic can spoof it or turn it into polka.