August 2009
4 posts
Read the disclaimer first. :)
This poem is very slightly graphic and in the very least meant for mature audiences who will understand its meaning. I know I have some facebook friends who are kids, so…don’t read this poem if you’re a one of them? Love.
whore
every sentence is a melody that screams scarlet infedelity.
(you find yourself) holding onto something that is not there has not been there will not...
week two: 209.4!
Ok, so maybe a pound and a half doesn’t seem like much. But I lost that much despite a wedding and two parties this past week! I’m perfectly content with that. It brings my total to 8.3 pounds lost!
I know there are a couple people reading this that are on the same journey as I am, so I’m trying to include a tip every week that helps keep me on top of things. For instance,...
week one: 210.9!
Yeah. That’s right. It’s probably mostly water weight, but who’s complaining? This week, I lost 6.8 lbs. I’m sure the weeks to come will be less substantial and even more difficult, but a good start is very important.
One of the big things I need to work on is planning ahead for restaurants. I’m not good at eyeballing or only eating small portions, so I need to...
tired of weighting it out
Another year, another 27,000 pounds. The problem with doing Weight Watchers for me is that I’m going to have to do it forever. When I decided last summer that I was just going to stop doing it but still eat healthy, I rebelled totally against the system and rocketed up to a preposterous weight. I’m also going to shift the blame from myself by blaming my wonderful boyfriend who loves...
June 2009
6 posts
Biloxi #2: Eba Hamid
Most of the next morning and early afternoon were spent in dreamland, as the night before lacked nothing but that. Around 5, Eba and I packed up a few things and a cooler and headed back to our old stomping ground: the beach. We layed around all day listening to music, reading, drawing, swimming, eating, drinking and being merry. One of my favorite moments of the dya was when Eba, sweetheart...
Biloxi #1: Eba Hamid
I found it even harder to leave Baton Rouge than it was to leave Chattanooga. That extra day or say made me feel as if I’d found a home there. The thing about couchsurfing is that, in meeting these like-minded people, we understand ourselves a little more with each encounter so that leaving that place seems a little self-destructive, as if we are tearing away from a part of ourselves.
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Baton Rouge #2: Kelly Maples
Since Kelly and I stayed up the night before talking until 5 or so in the morning, she opted to sleep in. I guess because I’m in a strange place everyday, I went ahead and woke up at 10:30 and read some of the current book I’m reading…Into the Wild. Read it. When Ben woke up, we went to Winn Dixie to pick up some breakfast stuff. He cooked Kelly and I eggs (over easy), sausage...
Baton Rouge #1: Kelly Maples
Kelly and I connected immediately. She greeted me with a hug at 11 in the evening and though we planned to go to bed shortly thereafter, we found it hard to stop talking to each other. Her boyfriend Ben and her sister whom she lives with, Michelle, also joined in the conversation about the road and many other things. I slept in the most comfortable bed in the world, again having my own room.
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Chattanooga: Steve Wild
I walked into Steve’s house before he even came home. That’s the epitome of a trusting individual. His entire house smells like patchouli and is covered in posters from all of my favorite bands. His refrigerator is decked out with handmade magnets developed from Rolling Stones magazine covers. When Steve came in the door, I knew we’d be fast friends. He introduced me to his...
couchsurfing toward the gulf of mexico
That’s what I’m doing. I’ll let you know how it goes.
May 2009
2 posts
clock block
i hate the sound of a ticking clock. a literal time bomb that i cannot stop. hands run in circles and end up home. with no room along the way to falter or roam. i refuse to be the second hand, minute hand or worse. i refuse to fall prey to the clock’s awful curse. i will run wildly and into the wind, while time is forced to cease or suspend.
insecure
I don’t want to wash my hair. I don’t want to have kids. I don’t want to get a real 9-5 job. I don’t want to pay taxes. I want to drive around, lay around & dick around. I want to write. Laugh. Sing. Paint. Love. I feel like I’m suffocating. Which is weird, because I always thought that once I fell in love in the truest sense, then my life would be complete. I...
