Killing the Angel in the House...

"The family peace was not broken by the scratching of a pen."

- My sheets won't stay on my bed.
- I can make a kazoo out of my window blinds.
- Temporary lion tattoo.
- Jalapeno Jimmy John's kettle chips.

"Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own."

- Please don't judge me for watching every episode of The Bachelor this season.
- Starfish and coffee, maple syrup and jam.
- I've seen enough genocide movies for one week.
- I'm getting everything I want for my birthday this year.

"Had I not killed her she would have killed me. She would have plucked the heart out of my writing."

- Tattoo and kazoo rhyme.
- I've watched every episode of The Office too.
- I'm more hopeless than romantic.
- My pimp cup runeth over.

"It is harder to kill a phantom than a reality."

- Virginia Woolf

I never loved nobody fully...

Always one foot on the ground.

I should be cleaning my room right now. I should be writing my thesis right now. I should not have two new pairs of shoes in my room. I should not be listening to a new Regina Spektor CD.

Here's what I AM going to do. Say thank you.

Thank you to all of my friends. I must be the most blessed, fortunate, lucky person in the world to be surrounded by all the love I feel every day from you. Thank you for endlessly championing my desires and dreams. Thank you for allowing my infrequent correspondences constant forgiveness. Thank you for keeping me humble and accountable for my lack of filter. Thank you for making my life much more exciting than it is all by myself. Thank you for your constant encouragement. Thank you for accepting my sometimes brutal honesty. Thank you for passing it right back. Thank you for late night Village Inn visits, face screaming, watching TV shows I want to watch where Santa gets bit in the neck, understanding Whistley D, being married to me, participating in the thread, and making my life better. And above all, thank you for all your love.

I send it back times a million.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Two or Three Things I Know for Sure

(Thanks Dorothy Allison)

First - This year is going to be a wonderful year; and maybe the saddest year yet. As I walked over the lightly powdered, damp sidewalks at 12:52 last night, weightless shimmer falling softly on my hood, the hollow echo of my voice made me pause. Last night reminded me that I was home. Soon I'll be leaving this place of sewer cats and squirrels and traveling into the bliss-ridden and beautiful unknown.

Second - I'm taking another bullshit English class that I'm very interested in. It's called Rhetoric of Women Writers, thus the name of this post. I'm not sure I will learn anything truly useful; but I am sure I will enjoy it.

Third - My eye hurts.