Grown up jobs. Working full time. It kind of sucks. But in a rewarding way. I'm learning a lot about myself and meeting some pretty kick ass people in the process.
BUT
I want to go camping. I want to make s'mores. I'm upset that s'mores is not in the corrective dictionary.
I told my little sister that I should be able to write faster for my job, and she was surprised that I was having problems with that.
The neighbor's dog just chased my cat around the pine tree...
I like this city. I like it more and more every year that I live in it.
I used to pray to get out of it.
I used to pray to get out of a lot of things.
I used to pray to save my wretched soul - for forgiveness.
It gets old when you realize you are talking to yourself.
I don't pray anymore.
My sister said she prayed a lot in jail and that was all she had.
My sister said that she was lying to the lady on the phone about using drugs again, she just had to tell them that so they would pay for her anti-depressants and
for her rehab.
She said that she used the day she got out of jail. She said that she had a child. But that wasn't her first answer. She said no. "Do you have any children."
No.
Yes, I mean. But she is living with my mom.
"Have you ever been tested for HIV?"
I would think they would do that when I had my daughter right?
...
I threw away my make-up. $80 dollars in the trash.
DO YOU EVER JUST REALIZE
that you haven't been thinking about your actual life at all,
that you have left that behind?
AND THEN YOU REALIZE THAT YOU HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT PARTS OF IT sometimes
and it only seems like you haven't been thinking about your life at all.
I think I'll never be a carnivore, I'll never be religious, I'll never be a junkie
thank the lord.
Obsessively remembering
life sweeping on.
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