I think I'll move to NY so that I can better stalk the members of The Bravery.

The new life is the best one. It spreads before me- a tapastry of hopeful future. The art room has been reorganized to include a new tilting drawing table. Looking into the future covers the past softly so that wound and anger can sleep forgotten. Not to say that I haven't examined what happened with him. Much poking with a long wooden skewer happened. Told me that indeed nothing more can be learned from that failed attempt at a healthy relationship. Despite the foolishness I learned a couple... read more

Sometimes I feel like my life is a photo copy of itself. And a bad one at that. I feel like I need to buy a new ink cartridge or some better quality paper, then I realize I just need to crawl out of the dang machine! Then I push up against the lid and realize that someone left a box on top, and left. I can only trust it was an accident. Hopefully, it's nothing valuable cause it's about to be on the floor.