Goodbye Ink and Paper Dix

Goodbye Ink and Paper Neuf

Snaps for the lovely weather.


Settle down with me by the fire of my yearning

Darling, I can barely remember you beside me

Fleet Foxes



Blue glitter skin. I saw you. We spoke. You knew all about me without my giving you a word. I floated in the tranquility of your embrace. I shrinked away from you. I held something back. It shamed me. My skin was sallow and yours was shining. I gave you my word. I can't take it back now. I found out your name. Shallow be thy game. You played a game of shame, and now you walk about in fear.
Vishnu



Bits and pieces.



I intend to have a cohesive presentation of my musings everytime I do this. It doesn't always work out that way.



Today was one of those lovely days. Everything about it was simply marvelous. I raked leaves and had some help from a certain someone. I didn't mind manual labor half so much. I went out to a fab lunch and drank maybe 20 ounces of diet coke (the cat is out of the bag now I guess).
Everything is coming up roses!

I will sleep until tomorrow morning dreaming sweetly about the day ahead. I have secretly purchased a surprise gift and I'm baking tarts for Bella and Cassie! If my good friend the sun comes out it will be sheer bliss. Heart-shaped clouds hang above my head.

Goodbye Ink and Paper Huit

Obscenity.
Expletive.
Invective.
I am giggling like a novitiate at a rodeo.
Things happen.
I accept.
I am better off laughing it off.
Drowning out my distresses in laughter.

" Dear diary, I blah blah. I. Blah. I. Blah Me me blah. Me. People blah I blah blah. I. I. Blah. Myself. "
I feel like doing something similar to this^. Fortune smiles now I have the strength to refrain.

Today began well enough. I instinctively knew someone was oversleeping and should be at work, so I woke them. I didn't make it class (complicated). I did manage to write a short story and three poems over my morning coffee(alright, it took a bit longer, I had three cups of coffee). I felt confident amidst three coordinated outfits and completed my french homework. It was only ten in the morning. I sat down at my vanity. I reached for my Coco Mademoiselle. As a applied my perfume and glanced at my reflection, something was amiss. I stared in the mirror. I gasped in horror. "**** ****. What *** **** ** *r**g **th **?
It cannot be.
Trouble was now lurking in my tranquil bedroom paradise.
Holy Asymmetry!!!!
Why me?
I am the shamed owner of an attached earlobe. I am also the shamed owner of an unattached earlobe! One is a recessive gene and one is a dominant gene. How has this escaped my notice for so long? I scrutinize everything, including myself. Yes, it is so subtle it took me over two minutes to convince my mother of the problem existing, but it still really bothers me. I am seriously displeased and I think the best course of action would be for me to obsess over it a while. I may come to terms with it someday.
I have decided that if a month goes by and it is no longer the first thing I look at in the mirror all will be well. If that doesn't happen I will say goodbye to my paycheck and hello to Dr. Nievert.

Someone please recommend me a surgeon who will see me next week.

Goodbye Ink and Paper Sept.

I need to stop watching movies like these.

Be careful what you wish for.

Do you know how these all end?

I do, and yet...

Goodbye Ink and Paper Six

This Night Has Opened My Eyes

There are some things in life that I recognize for what they are. For me to see red flags early on it has to be something I have dealt with personally. I know that most people have problems. Some problems run deeper than others. Tonight I lost a little bit more faith in the human race. I have no faith in the culture I am presently to be found in.

A little girl with hopes and dreams. She has a future. She is bright, and shining in her youth and ingenuous air. She is innocent, untarnished by a crippling adolescence. In shock I wonder to myself what pain she could possibly have gone through to be brought down to such a low. Is she so naive that she doesn't fully grasp what she is doing? If she knew the future repercussions of what she has begun she would shiver in terror. I wish she would shiver now. Later, they would be worse. It is horrible, there are tremors all over your body, and you notice heart palpiations after the third month or so.

Will anyone else notice? Can I stop her? Will she take my advice? What tactics do I use? Should I be the one to confront her? Firstly when do I share it with the ones who love her, I think very very soon.

This place around us frightens me. I don't understand why anyone would want to throw thier childhood away. There are a few things in life you get that you can't ever get back. Once they are gone they are gone forever. There is no getting them back. You only are allowed that one expierience. Stealing your childhood from yourself is a very foolish thing.

Never let go of your dreams and ideals.

Looks fade. If you keep it up, however you will undoubtedly die young.

You can die with and for an ideal or dream.

There is another world. There is a better world. There must be. And when I go I only hope I don't stand in your way.

Goodbye Ink and Paper Cinq

No longer a hermit, I have tilted my head upward into the sunlight. I haven't had such a good day in at least three months.

Breakfast >(Mimosa, my favorite drink)

A snowball fight. Guess who won.

Okay, okay, I admit it I was soaked through. I threw a few decent ones.

A whole day spent blissfully. I mean blissfully. Shakspeare with his vast lexicon would have difficulty putting it into words. If I descibed it thoroughly you wouldn't believe me. That being said I will leave it to your imagination to mull over the various stages of happiness. The all encompassing, possessing powers of spending a day cafefree in the sun. The cool of the outside air reinvigorating you as you step out of shelter. Yes, I did skip class. I felt fifteen again...but it was over quick (see image above).

You have no idea. It is out of reach. I don't know what I did to be granted so much. Today was no ordinary day.

In a similar vein:

All of the words that they gave can't compare in any way to the love I am now giving to you.

Plagiarism ... what's next extortion, or a crime of passion? hmmm.. maybe I'll save that for tomorrow, or a romance novel.