February 2012
10 posts
Why yes, I will be going to see Dropkick Murphys in March. Yes, I will.
Turned down for Valentine’s Day. I guess derby practice is the next best thing. Maybe I’ll cook a special dinner for my cats too. Oh, and buy some cake and streamers, you know, for my pity party.
January 2012
46 posts
X-rays tomorrow. I’m preparing for the worst news. All I can think about is whether I’ll break down in tears if I’m told it’s broken again and I’ll have to miss the first bout. Maybe I’ll just break down tonight and get it out of the way.
Sad. Hurting. And worried to death. I wish I had never gotten injured.
Someone, just…cuddle and watch shitty TV with me all day? Please?
I felt this once. I'd enjoying feeling it again.
wisdomorbombast:
Dammit. I just want to be in bed with you. Jeez.
That awkward moment when you want to facebook friend someone you have a crush on, but you have to look through your entire profile to make sure you’ll seem cool enough. Or at least not crazy.
That awkward moment when you realize he can still make you cry.
Punctuation.
wellthisisit:
“Fuckin’ rain, man.” - A Portlander on any given day.
“Fuckin’ Rain Man.” - Any given contender at the 1989 Oscars.
Irony
The post before this. Well. Irony.
It’s been the weirdest evening in a long long time. Not entirely unpleasant. Just. Strange.
Ok. Fine. The only way to process this is to admit it. I’ve practically screamed at the top of my lungs that this wasn’t the case. That anyone who thought it was must be crazy. But. No. I’m not over you and don’t know if I ever will be.
There. This doesn’t mean I can’t be happy without you though. Right?
You’re still under my skin. But I can’t decide whether it’s like a staph infection or a really nice piercing that I’m too reluctant to get rid of.
Derbyness.
Discovered I still can’t bear my body weight on my left shoulder (ie: push ups). I can be civil, even friendly with someone I didn’t think I could. I am now in a leadership position which requires me to make decisions that will affect the league. And I finally sucked it up, reached out, and made first contact to attempt (again) to build a bridge between he and I. And learned new rules....
Wide awake at 4 AM. My mind won’t rest. At least not for more than a few hours. I wish I could talk to you right now. Have you run your fingers down my back. Tell me it’s late, and I should sleep, and that I can attend to these restless thoughts at a proper hour of the morning.
