My favorite form of punctuation is the ellipse. Because so...much can happen betwixt those three little dots...
Monday, May 25, 2009
Random isolated sentence of the day
"i could just pull you over my knee, no warnings at all"
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Friday, May 22, 2009
And the pitch
Here I go again on my own.
Going down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
But I made up my mind.
I've been having this day where everyone looks at me as though they know me, as though they've seen me before or met me before. I keep making eye contact with these strangers and maybe they're just being nice or friendly? But it has been getting a bit strange. I bet it's just spring and people look each other in the eye on the subway or on the sidewalk or when you're walking down the cubicle aisle. It's nice. It's not too weird. Although that one guy was fairly handsome even though he was in his 60s.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I have 1633 posts?!
I used to write a lot. What happened? I miss it. Let's see if I can try again.
Ahem.
Soooooooo....
Hi.
This is going pretty well so far, don't you think?
The Red Sox radio announcer's voice just says summer to me. I could sleep to this. We're winning. Stupid Blue Jays. Bock bock.
I was asking Dr. J, who said that I don't write anymore, what it was I used to write about anyhow? She said I wrote about plays and my past which I guess is true.
I know there are stories from my past I haven't shared here just yet and I enjoy this space being a space to capsulate such things... I'm just having a hard time thinking of what I haven't told you yet.
On the back of our farm growing up in Tennessee, we had this creek. That's the great thing about Tennessee, there are creeks everywhere. My grandparents had a creek on the land they owned when we were very little girls and we would run down the big hill and through the trees and play on the little bridges. Our very first house had a little creek running through the back of it in the subdivision before we built our house in the country. Dr. J lost the leg of one of our model horses to that creek. His name was Runner. As it should be. Then there was one more house in between on the golf course that had a creek too that ran through the golf course. We collected so many damn balls. When we would find a fluorescent one, that was great. Oh boy. Look. It's a fluorescent yellow one. Add it to the bucket along with the 17 other yellow ones. Orange ones were more special, fluorescent orange golf balls. Then, of course there were your run-of-the-mill white ones. Of which we had 1703.
But the creek out in the horse field behind our house in the country was truly secluded and magical and magnificent. It was my place. Along with the roof, the roof outside my window was definitely my place too, but we're talking about the creek.
So, there was this turn in the creek and this shelf of warm green mossy rock shelf and you could lie there on your back and listen to the gurbles and look up through the see through green of the trees with all those veins and insects buzzing and the smell of dirt and horse shit and I tell you... I would lie there and I would talk to myself.
Ok, that sounds crazy.
It was my thinking spot. I would go there and think.
Out loud.
To myself.
It's the pretty much same location as years later I would take acid with my best friend and our kind of boyfriends.
But that's a different story.
Base hit!
5-0 Red Sox
I think I would cry there some. About what, I don't know. Things were so DRAMATIC back then. Now? I don't consider myself a DRAMATIC person. I have very usual people relationships most of the time. But then? Childhood was hard.
I wonder if it's still there. If I could just sneak back on those stranger's property. If they'd mind. If they'd notice.
My parents are moving back to Tennessee. It will be home base again. I couldn't be more pleased. A very important part of me is moving back home.
Sweep the Blue Jays, Boys!!! This would make them 16-4 at home.