November 2010
44 posts
blacker than black
so after my cleaning escapade, I finally got around to dying my hair. For a while, my hair was really white blonde, but as my hair is naturally dark brown, i got it cut and dyed back to its natural state a while ago, to stop the chemicalness of it all. But after a few weeks, the colour was lightening, leaving my hair an auburn tan colour, except for the bits that were growing through the natural...
Carpe Diem
Today is the meeting of Benny. I dont want to do it, yet I sort of fantasise about it wildly. Ok not wildly, but definately with a certain amount of glee that is more hopefull than sexual. I dont want to go his work by myself, because that is obvious that ‘hey, I left my house and walked here alone, with the sole intention of meeting you and nothing else, Im going back home now’. And I...
celeste
Celeste, I miss you. I want to tell you things, ask you things, sing you things and look inside your home. I want to see your town, the man you love and the books you read. I dont feel that would replace the hours we have lost while Ive been in my town, and you in your city. I know youve changed. I know you dont pray as often as you would like. I know you dont sleep the way you were told to. But...
ronald
My mothers husband (notice I dont give him the glory of the ‘step-father’ title), is coming to take dear Bav for dinner tonight. She’s wisening up now, the poor love, so instead of asking me if I’d like to come, she poised herself to say ‘so I guess theres no point me asking if you want to come, right?’. Very right. They were married - and are actually still...
chase your shadow
Lately I’ve been lacking all sorts of motivation. Motivation to draw, exercise, do my hair, study - its rediculous. But if the ‘inner-health-plus’ ads have taught me correctly, the little fat blue men under my skin have begun to do a synchronized jig, and I now feel myself becoming .. alive. Zesty. Vivacious, even. I want to sew, go for runs, dye my hair and do a teeny bit of...
Fall
I I dont really know What shes said to you and spoken. But I I just make believe that youve gotten me mistaken
I I am overtried I am underappreciated. But I Im tired in the day And I find you understated
Tell Tell me out your night Tell me out your morning afters And You can try again To construct your head and ask her
Ask her if its worth knowing about me Try and understand that theres more...
5 days till the Equal Rights rally.
please God, please I beg you..
Its my birthday today.
Have you forgotten something...
very very inspired by gypsies and witches. send through.
