Blissqueen

We for lunch, he was strangely stiff and awkward, mostly he spoke with his mouth full of food. I don't know why but these things are important to me.
He is out.

We meet for drinks, I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. He is completely hyper and talks a mile a minute. Operates on this superficial level all the while talking about how deep he is.
I am tired.
He is out.

I need a lot of attention lately. me me me me me.
I want to be babied and told that I am great. I am smart pretty and good and deserve the best.

pivovision just informed me that
roxy is in the fuckhouse
although it has not been confirmed yet

ok, a few things.
one of the effects of being inspired by this art lecture was that I felt that I did not have enough inspiration in my life, so I started making a list of all the people in my life that inspired me. It became clear that there were different sorts of inspirational […]

Breakfast, he is completely relaxed and comfortable, and since I do not think that anything will ever happen I am also completely relaxed and enjoy his conversation,
He is very open and tells me a lot about himself which makes me like him more.
Still as friends, but still. He hugs me good bye, which I am […]

Great Japanese restaurant I loved it, I want to go there all the time. The owner sits with us and is acting as if we are a couple, asking if we live together, if he bought me the blouse I am wearing, I am surprised that this pleases me.
He is funny, smart, well traveled, […]

I set a fire in the garder, set a fire in the madhouse
burning in the hot summer sun/ do you remember
those madmen? Burning in the hot summer sun.
Grow up girl, so I grew up. And there was nothing
nothing nothing I didn't want. I couldn't live in a
house on a street in a town. If there […]

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit […]

The other night at Charlie’s party, I looked down and this women was wearing the same work boots that Jeff wore for so long.
When I saw them a pang just ran through me. I missed him done to my core.
Lately, I have been hit by these pangs of loss. That other night in the garden, […]