The thermostat is off. The furnace sits inactive. Because it's June. But as I roll over in my bed and open my eyes to my sleepy morning the air slips between my sheets. Brushes against my body. A shiver. And the tiny bumps raise on my arms. My skin pulls tight and I wriggle further … Continue reading because it’s june…
Category: babble
that caller id is a bitch…
Remember the days before caller ID? When you could be all emo and sulky and really need to hear the sound of someones voice with no question and no explanation. You could just call them and hang up. Even after hearing that questioning. That longing sadness in their "Hello?". I settled into bed last night … Continue reading that caller id is a bitch…
words: sticks and stones…
Words are funny little things. From "I" to "Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilico-volcanoconiosis" each word has meaning alone and within the context it's used. Sometimes they're used to communicate information. Sometimes they're used to raise people up. Sometimes they're used to tear people down. Words can hurt. Sometimes those words get away from us. A joke is taken too … Continue reading words: sticks and stones…
everything breaks…
Sometimes it's the little things, you know? A new crack in your laptop case. The ice-cream scoop breaking apart as you're scraping up a spoonful. Your phone rebooting (or not booting) all on its own. Or maybe a giant hole in the thigh of your favorite tights. Yeah. My favorite tights are wrecked. Don't get … Continue reading everything breaks…
lifesaver -or- consumer whore cami loves her leatherman…
Roughly 15 years ago my roommate at the time, Dave, got a brand new Leatherman multi-tool. It was fancy. I'm not sure, but I think he wasn't happy with the old basic model he had knowing that the company had moved on to bigger and better things. I think it was a sign of geek … Continue reading lifesaver -or- consumer whore cami loves her leatherman…
drip drip drop…
The forecast of my childhood was mostly sunny. There was wind. And fog. And for the brief years I lived in Texas there were biblical storms, snakes falling from the sky, rain falling upward and thunder and lightening the likes of which I've not experienced since. The rain in Texas always stayed with me. Most … Continue reading drip drip drop…
memory embraced…
Sometimes there's a moment in your memory that stops everything. A recalled scent makes you hungry. A comforting sound makes you wistful. A chill reminds you of a misty morning. A sentence turns over in your mind. A remembered shadow on the wall makes you tremble. As much as I'd like to live in the … Continue reading memory embraced…
sound bite…
The world outside my window is full of life. Life that I'm thoroughly disconnected from. Living in the city you hear the ins and outs of the daily lives of all manner of man and beast. From the frantic scurrying of the urban squirrels along the ground, in the tress or balanced precariously on the … Continue reading sound bite…
the opposite of abandon…
My words have never been as cautiously chosen as they have in the last year. While I used to select certain words and syllables with great care, listening to their cadence, their beat, the way they fell from my lips when I breathed them aloud. I wrote with abandon, playfulness and honesty. Kind of. With … Continue reading the opposite of abandon…
advice for a long haired not hippie?
I was just in one of my happy places. The shower. Taking a long hot shower. Thinking deep showery thoughts while the water pressed against my skin and the heat and steam threatened to steal my breath so I could relax. And as I am a girl and not a hippie and in the shower … Continue reading advice for a long haired not hippie?
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