October 2004 Archives

You've come to the world
to want everything; only
nothing goes with you.

Okay, maybe I shouldn't really joke around about that, but I feel fine and am not stressed. Sure - sometimes I wonder when's the next time it will happen? Will I be riding my bike through Central Park? Will I be on a ladder painting my ceiling? Will I be on the subway? Sometimes, if I think really hard about it, I feel a faint throb and imagine it as another smaller heart beating in my head. Then I feel it in the other side of my head. Then I feel it in the back of my neck. Then I feel it underneath my ear. Then I think "Psychosomatic?" and they all seem to disappear.

on The Great White Way
shadows and empty sockets
I blind an old love

Gordon woke up Tuesday morning to me kneedeep in the throes of some kind of seizure. I was foaming at the mouth and bleeding (apparently I bit into my tongue pretty badly) while holding my fists to my chest. Thank goodness for unconciousness, because that doesn't sound like a pretty sight.

I love blogging. I really love having my very own forum to say whatever's on my mind, whatever's weighing on my heart. I love the whole process - writing, editing, finding relevant links, maybe even serving up a cute picture or two. I love it and I'm pretty damn good at it, unless of course you count frequency as the standard. Then I suck.