brokenpurplecrayon

i had a weird dream the other day which i forgot to document.  i was dead.  apparently i had been dead all day, but i was still acting as if i was alive.  i went about my activities, people interacted with me, even hugged me!  they didn’t notice i was dead either!  i arrived home [...]

it is official: we love Ugly Betty.  completely by accident, we caught a rerun of the first episode the other night.  we thought it was cute, hip, funny, and very gay friendly, so sweetie asked me to get the entirety of season one on dvd from blockbuster.  oh my god.  it’s like a soap opera, [...]

if you are truly masochistic, you can read the ancient (and not so ancient) poetry i’ve written, here.
please keep in mind that in 1992 (when i began writing), i was 15 years old. (be kind - or at least quiet if you think they are truly horrible)

in nature, most things of value, of life, of beauty, of substance
must be released from their protective shells
must burst free
in order to grow
the safety, the confines, the prison,
must be violated
for the sake of freedom
and how safe those walls feel
built thick to protect
insulate
suffocate
we are so fragile
we crave the spotlight
look at me
love me
our hearts cry silently
we sing
we [...]

i was in high school again, though no high school i ever attended.  one of the differences was that i was not a social outcast in this dream, but simply “the new girl” - a role i got very good at throughout my school career.  of course i was late to class and didn’t have [...]