sitting in my home office, i'm patiently waiting for the telecom agent to write back to me. i'm on a "chat hold". from time to time, the bottom of the chat screen reads Agent is typing. i don't want a data plan on my phone...i'm strictly a talk and text gal, and agent sherwil is investigating and providing me with explanations. turns out...
the nurse returned my call. i have an appointment with the doctor later this month and as a result, she doesn't think it would be appropriate to pursue any treatments this month. wait and see what the doctor prescribes, she says. my heart tightens and i close my eyes to stem the tears. waiting...again. stupid blunted surges. fuck! i'm angry and frustrated. the...
i look at myself in the mirror. my eyes feel heavy...not with age, but with unshed tears. i study the pores, the wrinkles, the lines, the sun damage blotches that are painted across my cheeks - none of those bother me. no, it's my puffy eyes. they are desperately trying to shield the world and myself from seeing too deeply. there's a silent...
friday night - out with my girlfriends to celebrate my birthday. checked out a new restaurant, later, crossed the street to a check out the sex shop, then finished the night playing a game of pool. the outcome, i made a purchase at the sex shop and i really suck at playing pool. saturday - left home early in the morning with my...
it's been raining for most of the day - a consistent and persistent rain. i imagine rain droplets as little molecular soldiers, all with a mission to land and penetrate the soil. there's a respite at the moment...the rain on pause. despite the rain, lady humidity lingers about making herself at home. lady humidity and i aren't friends...i find her presence annoying. for...
i have a bieber song in my head. it's been stuck there since the morning with the refrain "sorry" repeating itself like a broken record. i give credit to the kid - the song has a catchy tune, but i'm no bielieber. and with the mood i'm in right now, it's not improving my emotional state. i think of poet Kim Rosen and her teachings. i suspect there's something...
he reminds me of james franco. his picture has been in the newspaper for the past month. but james franco he is not. i met him about five years ago - deepak - not james franco. he was part of the group celebrating the birthday boy and i was a tag along. he was very charismatic and charming with an easy smile. he...
