I get it

I totally get it.

I wanted excitement. 

I wanted drama.

I wanted different.

Well, there ya go.

Never mind who took it

Or that I'm wasted after two Death in the Afternoons. I'm at Vesuvio and wearing a cute little dress. That's all that matters.

The greeting

When I come home, Baz goes nuts. MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY you're HOME! You came BACK!

I fucking LOVE that kid.

The wall

I never cried.

I got up way too early, brewed coffee at stupid hours, went outside and smoked Adam's cigarettes, which had become my cigarettes because I was smoking them often enough to claim ownership. I consulted the wall and the wall ignored me.

When I called Kaiser last week, I knew the only way out was through. I also knew that was cliche. I didn't care.

I needed help.

The bitchy post

Every woman wore a short skirt and tons of makeup. They all wanted the same thing: to fuck you. Every time I read that, I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

I bet you either didn't know that or wouldn't believe it.

Pat Benatar, "We Belong"

 Many times I tried to tell you

Many times I cried alone

Always I'm surprised how well you cut my feelings to the bone
Don't want to leave you really
I've invested too much time to give you up that easy
To the doubts that complicate your mind

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together

Maybe it's a sign of weakness when I don't know what to say
Maybe I just wouldn't know what to do with my strength anyway
Have we become a habit? Do we distort the facts?
Now there's no looking forward
Now there's no turning back
When you say

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together

Close your eyes and try to sleep now
Close your eyes and try to dream
Clear your mind and do your best to try and wash the palette clean
We can't begin to know it, how much we really care
I hear your voice inside me, I see your face everywhere
Still you say

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together

We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder
We belong to the sound of the words we've both fallen under
Whatever we deny or embrace for worse or for better
We belong, we belong, we belong together
We belong to the light, we belong to the thunder

All aboard

 

Sugar Pine Mountain Train for Baz's 5th birthday!