Monthly Archives: March 2013

Day Two of feeling well. What on earth am I going to write about now? I’m wearing a very nice lip gloss. I’m wearing a lovely necklace from an ex boyfriend, while daydreaming of a young man who could fill … Continue reading →

There was a day of exceptional pain and insight, and then I bloomed forth again into life. A combination of doing what I love best with people I love, and an addition of Wellbutrin to my medical intake.  Joy seems … Continue reading →

I bought a plastic ring for $2.95, it has plastic penguin beads in it, and sparkles. I’ll upload a picture when I am home. My world is a whirlpool of strangulating emotions, though my feelings are so faint I can barely … Continue reading →

I literally ran out of Original Shakespeare, though before it started. They were introducing the line reader man. There was applause and I ran out of the theatre and the building. I ran to a nearby tree and crouched at … Continue reading →

My sanity is a Rubix cube, and I was never one for maths. I’m twisting violently through any and all patterns, trying to shift the little coloured fuckers into order, but it’s not that simple, and no one can do … Continue reading →

Hey suicidal ideation- where the fuck did you come from? Today was going well. Oh right, I went all performance masque in my kitchen and got lost in this creative frenzy. Am I developing bipolar, slowly, or am I just … Continue reading →

So, what am I searching for as I stare blankly at Facebook? What deep seated soul feeding am I not doing? Well, there’s a lot of that I’m not doing, but why do I think floating through cyberspace will help? … Continue reading →