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And then there are days …
… strange and rare days … when it feels as though time has stood still. This is one of those days. Time curves back in on itself. To quote Ann Marie (wish you could be here!!): “Hm. Weird.”
1992 Diary Flotsam and Jetsam: “I’m not friendly. I’m just a siren.”
“That’s how I got my bum eye.” – Christian Scenes: Be IN the event. You gotta want it. “Oh, look. A whore. Running.” – M. [I am laughing out loud. Too long a story to set up but I had … Continue reading
Diary Friday: “his eyes are electric and wild”
This one’s for Mitchell. Well, you all can read it too … but he left me a message yesterday about how we were always “partners in crime” … which … we just WERE. The adventures he and I had. Nuts. … Continue reading
Diary Friday: “I really am like Becca Thatcher now.”
Not a high school entry. Those aren’t the notebooks calling to me these days. It is fascinating to me how little I remember about certain things … but thank God for journals (or – sometimes it’s a blessing and a … Continue reading
The Day
I wrote this last year and I’m posting it again. It’s a self-absorbed post, my favorite kind. It is about what I remember. I mean – all I remember NOW is that it was Cashel’s birthday. But this is not … Continue reading
The Giant
I wasn’t very nice to J. I look back on how I treated him, the bluntness with which I dealt with his emotions, the devil-may-care attitude I took towards the future, and I’m stunned at my own callousness. At the … Continue reading
Dirt
“So tell me the dirt!” “You want the dirt?” “Yeah, gimme the Hollywood dirt.” “Oh, I got dirt. Maybe not Fatty Arbuckle dirt, but I got dirt.” Speaking of that, check this out. Uhm … Buster is smiling. Just need … Continue reading
Cups
It’s not that it’s all about me. Really, it isn’t. It’s just that I enjoy symmetrical moments. I enjoy reference points. I revel in connections, even if they are unconscious. I love echoes. It makes me feel remembered. So it’s … Continue reading
In the Glow Of the Disco Ball
My apartment feels empty without Michael in it now. Here’s he is in Kwik Stop.
Snapshots with Michael
— Lights out our first night. He lay on the blow-up mattress on the floor right below my bed. I lay in bed. Lights out. I lay there in silence, my eyes wide open, and I was just overly conscious … Continue reading
