Monthly Archives: March 2010

just one of those sentences

a combination of being cold and excessively caffeinated feels like being in love

Today, I feel like using a table as an anchor again. I haven’t felt like that in a long time. When the whirlwind of your thoughts is enough to keep you from wanting to leave anything stationary, you’re so disoriented.

Today, I have anchored myself to the coffee table. Facebook was up (when is it not?) and Run Devil Run was on repeat, and I tried to fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position ever, with Mowgli curled up next to me. He still stands in as my shadow, though recently he’s been an awfully talkative and ornery one.

Now, finally the sun’s rays slant enough to reach over the couch. I feel like curling up on a square of carpeted sunshine and falling asleep. Except Mowgli’s taken the best square, so I shall have to content myself with the coffee table. Sans coffee. and sans comfort.

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Terrified.

It is quite unfortunate that I am terrified of a great number of things.

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i swear i’ll burn the city down to show you the light

half nostalgic, half… what? in a bad mood?

Was in the mood the write, but i dont know what to write about.

So I read Philip Toledano’s “Days with My Father”

My father will happily feed her his entire dinner. Surreptitiously throwing bits of food on the floor (which would have horrified my mother) and laughing with delight at the “intelligent” way in which George hurls herself at the scraps.

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Dumbledore beamed

Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?

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and on weekends, I’m a mother

Sometimes I wage war. On cavities. Armed with poultry flavored toothpaste.

Truce

we are negotiating the terms of his cooperation. unfortunately this treaty is forgotten as soon as the toothpaste is gone.

Since he can’t give his ┬áJohn Hancock, a firm (paw) shake will have to do.

He loves that toothpaste.

My word of honor that I’m not choking him. I’m just trying to rescue the poor toothbrush from Mowgli’s jaws of death. He’s already eaten (eaten, not chewed) up half a toothbrush. -.-

I concede defeat. Now he is simply chewing to his heart’s content.

My little blur.

Look what arrived in the mail today! My new Creative Recs. But I can already tell they’re going to hurt. Time to break ’em in. Who wants to go dancing?

p.s. who can spot my Harry Potter trunk in the back? <3

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