Brainshambles

For some reason I feel like spewing everything, telling you all my secrets, thoughts and compulsions until they are almost meaningless and the words float out of my mouth and become part of the air until suddenly they aren’t even part of me, rather they are yours to play with, to place in your pocket [...]

I am sitting in my new home, in my new office, with new internet. Guzzling coffee before I trek to work, after potentially one of the worst nights of sleep in two months. The cats need to get used to this new place and stop throwing my belongings around. Phone=floor. Alarm clock=floor. Over and over [...]

I want to go everywhere. And it’s driving me nuts.

I am taking my life. Wrapping it around MY index finger, like a lock of curly blonde hair, and RUNNING headfirst into the wind. Self preservation is key. This battle is not about winning or losing. This battle is about surviving. Not even just surviving. I am prepared for an assault (almost always even if [...]

It’s cold and rainy, I’m eating peanut butter and ice cream for dessert again. Living another perfect lie. Every day is a perfect lie. I wish every day could be a perfect truth. But I highly suspect, this bird would grow tired of perfect truths. I need some stimulation. Off to start reading a new [...]

-I’ve gone out for every single meal since Friday night. -I can’t fit into my dress pants, and I’m pretty sure one sorry attempt at a “run” this morning won’t fix it. -On the bright side, some HUGE stress has been lifted. -On the not so bright (actually, really dark and scary side) some more [...]

In case you’ve ever wondered, because who hasn’t, right? I wear the same lipstick as Gwen Stefani. That is all.

It’s this sort of vibe…these little finds that make my heart just want to EXPLODE rainbows.

I wake up at 5:41 a.m., feeling less than satisfied. The lights turn on, still nobody feels home. I muster up enough energy on this particular morning (and many like it shall follow) to apply the bare minimum war paint upon my face. I think fleetingly about the irony–my constant lack of breathing room, juxtaposed [...]