January 2011
Confessions Of An Addict. (Chapter 1-Nicotene)
I just told my husband about my dream last night… the one where I smoked … I smoked and smoked and smoked… I smoked almost a whole cigarette like every 8 minutes. The dream where I planned everything I did to allow for maximum smoke time. I smoked even when I didn’t have time to smoke. I hurried out of the shower to smoke. I hopped off my train a few stops too soon to...
Dear Christina
jhnmyr:
Dear Christina,
What a sad, sad thing that you can’t be here to see it, but you did something with your life that no politician in yours ever did or could: you unified the United States of America. Today you’re making people think more than speak. And maybe when they’re done thinking, they’ll speak differently. And then maybe after they speak differently others will want to think...
My husband sat on the couch watching Good Morning America, like every morning, listening to the clips and phrases they were replaying from last night’s beautiful speech by our President on how each of us should strive to be the Americans/create the America that Christina (the little girl who was killed in Arizona) dreamed we are, and said what any normal 40 year old (who’s sitting on his couch and...
For indeed, it is possible to attain a state of divine mansuetude that nothing dismays and nothing surprises, just as one in love might, after many years, arrive at a sublime tranquillity of the sentiments, sure of their force and durability, through constant experience of their pleasures and pains.
(Honoré de Balzac, Jordan Stump, Adam Gopnik, The Wrong Side of Paris)
The word of the day is...
I had a moderately gay dream about my Lovergirl last night. Amy & I met when I was 8 (This sounds like a dream, but is actually real life) & have been pretty much inseparable since. She moved to KY a few years ago, (sounds like/is a nightmare… still in “real world” mode here) but distance put no distance between us. In the dream, she was home visiting for the holidays. ...
