paralogism.. a fallacious argument contrary to logical rules defenestration…. a throwing of a thing or a person out a window i raised two daughters. i buried a husband. i’ve made my coffee. -lauren bacall. mirror has two faces Looking back now, he knew he meant to do it. He even thought he knew why. It … [Read more…]
What days these are for me, i have no way to explain them. I konw i am getting better… steadier, closer to the woman i want to be. I am cooking a chicken with lemon thyme and oranges and i think it has come out well. I am taking care of myself, though after years … [Read more…]
no matter what you’re holding, there’s no way to tell until the bidding’s done. Here I am, only seven more floors until I walk into satan’s lair to sell my soul. This I’m supposed to believe while mulling over an act latent with meaning. But they loved me at Joint. I know they did. I … [Read more…]
Ding. Ding. “Twenty fifth floor. Going up.” They’ve installed this recorded voice in the elevator. It creeps me out. I hate it. “Twenty sixth floor. Going up.” At first it was extremely unsettling. I don’t think anyone actually notices it at this point. He asked me to move in with him. I had my second … [Read more…]
I stand in this elevator. I ride the train in the morning and stand in this elevator, waiting as I pass thirty-four floors. Lift off. One, two. The elevator dings as it slides by each floor. This is life as it is. This is my morning, the beginning to all of my days. Three, four… … [Read more…]
They remade “Blue Lagoon”. Perhaps you were one of the fortunate few who caught it. It is possible you managed to see the first one. I did not. I was a few years shy of womanhood and still sucking my thumb. I stand in this elevator. I ride the train in the morning and stand … [Read more…]
Oh lord Suya, Things are pretty much as you would expect them to be with me. You know how it is. If things are going well, rock the boat alittle. So I’m dating this guy who lives in Portland OR. (The place where I got pneumonia last year.) And I will try it again this … [Read more…]
Cary,Aaah the holidays. Usually that time of exquisite fucked-up-ed-ness. For the first time I am loathe to accept it’s imminent arrival. Christmas in Cali. Sound like a bad movie title to me. But alas, maybe I speak too soon. After all, it is possible I will have a lovely time chillin’ with my dyke sister’s … [Read more…]
Anjel- Is this the official new spelling? I keep picking this up from Cindy’s emails. Could it be? Is it true? Except for email, I’ve been really out of touch lately. (Gee, really?) Sorry about that. : ( . I hope thanksgiving was the usual blissful roomful of people and warmth. I did make some … [Read more…]
11/17/97 I got on the train this morning. I went into my temp job. I went into my little designated office space, in the nine floors of Cuibicleland, called something with two names, one of those corporate affairs. I cried the whole way in. I cried in the bathroom while I was there and cried … [Read more…]