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i'm missing the kids. again.

i yelled at a stranger at work the other day.  i have never, ever done that before. anti-confrontational. to the max! but i seem to be changing.

beyonce is my new femme hero.  whatever that means

everythings so perfect, i'm holding my breathe waiting for something to come along and stomp on it all.  i have stomping feet.

my attention spans gotten so bad, i have to ask ppl to repeat things because "i forgot to listen".  i think it drives em nuts.

i'm thinking of joining the newspaper at school. but i really haven't been able to write well lately.  i've become a prune..a dried piece of fruit. that tastes icky and leaves you wanting a plump california orange.

in high school we had a poetry assignment and some were chosen for the school literary magazine.  i wrote mine in ten minutes of basically jibberish. about robots i think.  somehow it got picked and seriously embarrassed the hell out of me.  i hate poetry.

Bon Jovi, my cactus, stabbed me today. he must be angry for not being watered. he's pouting with his wilting spines.

 when people joke about a person being a slut, even if she was, really seems wrong somehow when that person hadn't even been buried yet. the baby is gonna grow up and come to know the complete lack of respect involved with her mother's death and it just kinda saddens me. but then again i laughed at a story about a man in a tigger outfit bopping the head of some little boy. still makes me chuckle..

what is a friend when there's no more sincerity? an acquaintance.

it's different
this time
this living

i don't even have to say it.

because there's nothing to prove?

no push to prove

i just am.