So, I am attempting to participate in Nanowrimo and PAD Chapbook Challenge. If I don’t post for a while…that’s why!
How much does the past matter? Some people dwell on it, some people move as fast and far as they can from it. There is no living in the past, there is no escaping it. To try to do either will only make you crazy. The past – our personal history, is our preface, it’s [...]
So, have I previously mentioned how wonderful doritos are with wine? They are super.
Posted by: Becca on: October 25, 2009
11:26pm Bex:
question
so, why are you the only person on my chat out of 317 people?
i actually checked to make sure I still had friends and they didn’t like mass delete me
11:27pm Rae:
rotfl
11:27pm Bex
i mean, doesn’t everybody get on facebook like 10 times a day?
11:29pm Rae:
it’s kind of sad it made you check to see if [...]
Posted by: Becca on: October 18, 2009
“(469): I love how my brain works. It’s like being on drugs without the costly upkeep.”- texts from last night
I fully agree.
Although, this does mean I can’t say “I was so wasted I…” I have to just say “I was so me, I…
Posted by: Becca on: September 24, 2009
I saw the moon through a telescope for the first time last night. It was amazing. It was just like I’d seen on tv, or in books, but it was me really looking through the telescope, seeing it. I loved it. I can’t wait to see more stuff. Jason’s grandfather had picked up a telescope [...]
Posted by: Becca on: September 20, 2009
I think I forget that I can just write on here, that I don’t have to have an essay. I have these essays drafted, but I just can’t get them finished. Oh well
I have a 3 day migraine. That’s not okay. I went to the dr, because this was different than any migraine I’ve had [...]
Posted by: Becca on: September 15, 2009
This cracks me up every time. It’s not for sensitive ears though, fyi.
Sometimes I just get so upset that I can’t write music. I can sing music, I can read music, I can love music, I can write poetry, I can even, roughly, play music. But I can’t make music like I make poetry. Poetry feels so pointless sometimes. No one really cares about poetry. You can’t [...]
Sometimes I think people need courage more than strength.
