If I had a motorcycle right now, I’d have gone up to Elk Meadows and hung out in the fog hanging on the mountains until it was dark.

Jem has to leave first thing tomorrowtoday. Stupid sharkslawyers only operate on their own schedules. Sadness.

Oh, boy. Thanks anandabrat and whetherwoman. My turn now.

Post a comment to this entry and I’ll tell you what I adore about you. Then you have to post it on your livejournal.

From VH1’s site:

You can stick that lite music where the sun doesn’t shine. Neon plays rock music that is much brighter. Hey, it’s atomic number is 10, so that proves that this modern rock station is made to rock to a seismic beat that gives off an electric charge.

This month I am going to dance every day, sing every day, and play the cello every day.

I will clean my office. I will clean my house. I will set up the scanner, the public access terminal, and the printer.

It’s time for change again.

I hate love songs when my heart hurts.

I hate it when Susan looks at me and says “How are you?” and I feel her think “Poor young man” to herself as she says it.

I’m lonely and I need allies.

I should stop falling in love and fucking up friendships.

I miss Tessa. Dawn. Robyn. I hate missing people.

I don’t want to be tied here right now.

I want Frank to stop saying “Thanks, my man”.

Reargh

Is there a separate emotion called love?

Sometimes I think there is, but sometimes it just feels like happiness, joy even, and fear and exhilaration all coming together at once.

I still wonder.

Packages with a CanadaPost label on them always make me tremble

I’m nearly in tears for no reason at all. Hormones suck. Doubly so when not the right ones. I’m grumpy, angry and unhappy.

Dawn read this to me. I asked her for a copy.

After a while you learn the subtle difference

between holding a hand and chaining a soul.

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning

and company doesn’t mean security

and you begin to learn

that kisses aren’t compromises

and presents aren’t promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of a woman or man

not the grief of a child

And you learn to build all your load on today

because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down in midflight

after a while, you learn that you really can endure

that you really are strong

and you learn

and you learn

with every failure you learn.

—Anonymous

Jem is amazing. I got to listen to her play on the guitar for a couple hours this afternoon.

Jem’s here. I really like hanging out with her.

Don’t expect me online that much. I think we’ll probably be talking…

This picture made me think of Ms. Witchbaby.

I just watched Fight Club (my second time), and it fucked with my head.

Now I feel both shitty and exhilarated at the same time.

I hate travel websites.

Amtrak’s sucks. Greyhound’s sucks. Travelocity and Orbitz suck. They all have some fatal flaw. Hire a usability specialist, people!