Tag, You’re It

The tags are making me confused. It’s harder to see some of the patterns that before were quite distinct. I may have to go back to being lazy. Or, OR…maybe I’ll add tags later on. Ah-HAH! Good thinkin, Lincoln, as my friend Molly would say 😉

I haven’t talked to Molly in years. I wonder what she’s up to.

I have a lot of people like that, that I haven’t spoken to in a long time. Even some of my closest friends. One of my very close friends moved to Tennessee with her husband and son. She has three sons, now. I wish she would come home, but hubby doesn’t like Massachusetts, for some reason.

It seems like practically yesterday we were riding around in my dad’s Nissan Sentra, harmonizing to Alice In Chains and stalking our respective crushes.

I made it home in one piece, in case you were curious. No more cuts. They gave me some different tools to try.

Still, I hope I’m on something else tomorrow. I like to cut, but cutting car parts (or myself), not so much.

It has not been a good day, foodwise.

I need to think about what I want. I’m always thinking about what I want. But I guess I need to picture it, really vividly. Every last detail. As you might have suspected, I have a very good imagination. Sometimes the power of a memory or a visualization overwhelms me. I feel it viscerally. I get weak at the knees. I stop mid motion or mid sentence and just revel in it. Unless, of course, it’s a bad memory.

I don’t want to wait forever for what I want. I already feel like I’ve been waiting for so, soooooooooo long!

I think it’s time to make a new plan. Stay tuned.