I just realized I've been going at project life all wrong.
I've always thought it was like an Arthur Miller play.
Yesterday I realized it isn't at ALL!
It's a Rogers and Hammerstein!
CRAPcrapcrapcrapcrap. (I hate musicals)
Friday, November 27, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Go forth. Be with your families. Paste on the smile. Take a caffeine pill to dull the hunger and a Valium to take the edge off the effects of the caffeine pill. Remember they are just people.
And above all else, try not to kill anyone.
Posted by Suzanne Palmieri-Hayes at 7:43 AM
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I'll never be tall. I'm five foot nothing.
I'll never be nice. I'm a snarky, judgmental, beastie most of the time.
I'll never be barbie. Is there a mean, nasty, dark barbie? There should be.
I'll always be strong. I'm not one of those willowy short people. I'm round even when thin. I'd be a round anorexic.
I'll always have those tattoos... because .... they are TATTOOS. And I plan more. Oh yes. More.
But there is a desperate part of me that wants to be tall with a boyish figure without scars and markings. Able to wear yoga pants and walk through the Mall tall and proud into any store. I wish sometimes I was softer. softer. softer.
AND THEN..... not so much.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Does a breakdown
really lead to a breakthrough?
Somehow, I think it only leads to a bottle of pills
and the mental institution.
I'm on my way.
Posted by Cassandra Key at 12:26 PM
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The gray snakes inside
I vomit loss on white tile
It all turns to worms
Monday, November 9, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Not my words. Nick Drake's words. His words help me write words.
This song always makes me cry. I hope you like it.