lately, i've been feeling scratchy. Si, scratchy, not just plain itchy. its feels as if the scratches are catalcylsmic evils bouncing from my unshaven shins to my mouth's duplex with throat and tongue.
lately, no one, nothing seems to motivate this nineteen-year-young who looks more like fifteeny.
she's sad for no reason, but it's going away now,she says.
A good friend, a great mom, and a bitchin quote turned thoughts into movement that flows like sips of water, permeating her system, red nile water, cleansing her stone heart.
some inspiring slice of pie from the pages of Tanuja Desai Hidier's Born Confused:
---Sometimes eveything feels so huge.
---So nebulous, he said. --I know. But I've usually found making one decision can clear up all the clouds, the way one ray of sun can light a dark room. It's funny, but it's true.
Friday, April 25, 2008
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