I've been waiting so long to be where I'm going

Sat, 08 Aug 2009 14:03:30 GMT

Me: Are you choking?
Anna: No, how do you make a sheep noise? Baaaaaa.
Both: *laughter*
Sherman, from the other room: You guys quit having fun and get dressed!
Anna: But there's a sheep in here!
Sherman: Where?
Anna: Baaaaaaa.

This is the real reason why the Slusarczyk girls need two hours to get ready for a party.

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 17:07:57 GMT

Get your head out of the mud, baby. Put flowers in the mud, baby.

Sun, 28 Jun 2009 04:37:09 GMT

The well is empty.

I think Peter VanDerHaagen hung himself while I was away.

Mon, 11 May 2009 05:59:19 GMT

All of these things are the right choice.

Because there's no such thing as right and wrong.

Just is.

Sun, 03 May 2009 22:07:19 GMT

I think after Tennessee, I might fall off the face of the earth for a while.
Which translates to, give me your address of wherever you'll be for the summer.
I have letter writing written into my schedule.

Thu, 30 Apr 2009 06:02:52 GMT

It has reached this point.
If you put a trash can on the porch, I'm going to have someone photograph your chin up bar being used as a sex swing.

...And also get my dirty footprints all over the fucking wall.

My rage has to go somewhere, and all I write is love poetry.

Mon, 20 Apr 2009 17:00:54 GMT

The other day:
A nails shift.
Of five men
Only my grandfather
Stayed.

Mon, 13 Apr 2009 07:47:29 GMT

The abolition of the subjunctive.
The implication of the imperative.

Poetry, again.
There hasn't been a poem in months.

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 20:35:26 GMT

I am fucking sick of this fucking bullshit.
The end.
No fucking more.

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 02:35:32 GMT

I feel like I'm a really accepting person.

But I need you to put your clothes on.

Wed, 28 Jan 2009 06:52:56 GMT

There's something happening here; what it is ain't exactly clear.

Tue, 20 Jan 2009 08:02:47 GMT

Dear LJ,
   I keep thinking of getting rid of you.
   And then I realize that if it weren't for you, I would only write e-mails and research papers.
   And then I get kinda sad.

The end.

Love,
Alison

PS. For now, I'm also blaming you for the fact that my literary life has gone down the drain.

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 12:52:07 GMT

Junior is the cutest (and only) car I've ever owned.

Way to go stock market, for at one point in time being awesome.

Sun, 14 Dec 2008 02:34:00 GMT

You're right. It's much better if we just don't talk about our problems.

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 18:54:57 GMT

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 31 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: For those who are guessing -- looking the lyrics up on a search engine is CHEATING!
Step 5: If you like the game post your own.

T1. ~~I want to hold the hand inside you~~.
2. ~~I ain't happy: I'm feelin' glad~~.
3. Of horses wet with melted ice, they would not heed my advice.
4. ~~Don't get any big ideas; they're not gonna happen.~~
5. ~~Every night my dream's the same.~~
6. It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
7. I ~~don't wanna believe that all of the above is true.~~
8. I've been around the world in a plane
9. That night I never came home.
10. ~~Now you know you're a cute little heartbreaker~~
11. ~~We are two mariners, our ships' sole survivors, in this belly of a whale.~~
12. I~~f I was a flower growing wild and free, all i'd want is you to be my sweet honeybee~~.
13. There such a sad love, deep in your eyes.
14. ~~Follow me down to the laughing city.~~
15. ~~It's late in the evening, she's wondering what clothes to wear.~~
16. ~~Hello there, the angel of my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the morgue~~.
17 Warm sun feed me up, and I'm leery, loaded up, loathing for a change
18. ~~Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams, so far away so long ago, it seems.~~
19 The Queen of Light took her bow and then she turned to go
20. Arms nailed down, are you telling me something?
21. ~~Oh, she may be weary, them young girls they do get wearied.~~
22. ~~Stop, collaborate and listen~~
23. ~~Busted flat in Baton Rogue, waiting for a train, feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.~~
24. You're cynical and beautiful, you always make a scene
25. I'm waiting for the sky to bring some light, from way up there the world must look like it's been up all night
26. He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
27. Alleviate all our doubting ways, congregate to more loving days.
28. I heard you fell into a rabbit hole, covered yourself up in snow.
29. ~~If you're traveling in the north country fair, where the winds hit heavy on the boarder line.~~
30. Back when Cube was rollin with Lorenzo in a Benzo, I was bangin with a gang of instrumentals.
31. Hey baby, what you doin' this evening, can you meet me down at the railroad tracks?

Sun, 30 Nov 2008 17:38:16 GMT

An hour a week isn't gonna be enough for me. Because it leaves me feeling okay when you say how cute our baby would be.
But I like to think that this will work. And yes, I'd visit Seattle for you.

Oy.

And it's quite these days. With Mary not attending Thanksgiving and possibly not Christmas, the world is standing on it's head. And I want so badly to scream at her and tell her how stupid this all is, but when I reach that point of anger, it seems that all that happens is that my food comes up.
It's a strange thing, love is. And these days it's what dominates and turns my sadness to the rage it actually is.

Sun, 23 Nov 2008 18:17:29 GMT

"I have no mother but the eternal mother: nature. I shall seek her breast and find repose."
- Emily Bronte

Tomorrow I will be home and my feet will be washed.

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 18:21:34 GMT

It's okay. I'm happy your going.
I can even withstand the "in love" statement, the sweet ideals you have of two houses and three children, since you follow it up with a lengthy amount of time before we consider it again.
Three months will fly by and you'll be back. Orlando's not far and by then I should be mobile. It can work.

And even if our plans aren't the same, nobody can choose who they love.
And it doesn't break my heart. At least I'm not feeling it yet.

Haunting familiar years.

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 02:05:05 GMT

No, no, no. You do not see what you say you see in my eyes.
You are lying to yourself.
I won't marry you.
I won't even think about it.
And stop telling me that you won't take my youth away from me.
And then asking me to go with you.

There will never be anyone I will go anywhere for.
Even if it throws me into the throes.

The nexus.

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 05:30:55 GMT

Something about November is intense.
Election tomorrow.
Sherman & Gamelan Wednesday.
Choral union Thursday.
Coldplay Friday.
Family for the weekend.
Homecoming weekend next weekend.
Followed by Trans-siberian orchestra that Monday.
Rachel's birthday and Khaled leaving that Wednesday.
Lisa that Thursday.
Thanksgiving the next week.

Intense.

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 19:36:38 GMT

Spring Break in Ohio. And maybe also Chicago. And maybe Michigan too.
I'm excited beyond belief. And feeling the love of Kent extremely.

There's a thing so strange about the quality of missing a person. But I do. So intensely and seriously.
But a few more months and then into the cold and snow, and warmth of a man that I love more than rain and words combined.

I am beside myself with joy.

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 15:28:10 GMT

I hurt something in my arm yesterday while playing with a five year old. I'm not gonna think about that too hard.
My ridiculous baby fever just keeps getting worse.
There's nothing worth talking about lately, which makes me talk more.
I've hit my wall with all of this.
I need to stop skipping classes.

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 19:21:42 GMT

I GOT A FUTON.

Sleep over in Alison's room.

Mon, 22 Sep 2008 23:12:00 GMT

A un panal de rica miel dos mil moscas acudieron y por golosas murieron, presas las patas en el. Asi, i bien se examina, lo humanos corazones perecen en las prisiones del vicio que los domina.

Poezd mchitsa v chi stom pole.

Mon, 15 Sep 2008 23:48:14 GMT

But bottle of Gin is not like love.

My life choices change everyday. Museum work in Chicago? Writing in Valencia? Editorial work in Boston? Farming in Montana? Bar tending in Asheville? Living with Mary if she ever leaves Keith (cross your fingers)? Finding a rich husband in Winston-Salem and being a lush? Teaching music in Boca?

Maybe I'll just tack on a third degree and be in school forever.