Tag: Tears
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The Marathon, Part Two (Miles 13-CrazyTown)
[Previous entries: Pre-Marathon and Part One] Mile 13 As a reward, I put on my headphones. My marathon playlist keeps me moving. I see stee pass in his car down the highway. I’ll see him again in about an hour. I run the numbers. 15, 25, 27, 37, 39, 49, 51, 101. It’s all about…
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because i feel stuff.
To put it mildly, I’ve been dealing with an overabundance of feelings. Apparently this is all very healthy and normal, and I’m handling it with the closest I can come to grace. “Grace,” for me, is crying until snot falls, flailing around my bed like an angry pre-teen, whining to any friend who will listen…
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Life Lesson #32: Don’t Go To A Birthday Party That Starts At 10:00 pm.
I’m the only person at the Standard Cafe. The wireless won’t be working until at least next week, so I’m currently swiping WiFi from the Sunset Strip, trying to nurse my stomach back into working order. It’s all my fault, this feeling. Well, it’s a little not my fault, but it’s mostly my fault.
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Changing of the Guard
About a year ago, if you’d asked me if I’m a guarded person, I’d have told you absolutely not. I write books and scripts that usually come out of some story from my life. I write quite publicly about my life online, for Pete’s sake. Clearly I don’t have a problem talking about myself. But…
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I Love Tele… Jet Blue
Jet Blue. I am the last person, I’m sure, to say this, but it’s true. Jet Blue. It’s the only way to fly. This is because it picks me up in practically my backyard and drops me off in New York City and the five hours between that time it spends distracting me so much…
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I Fold.
I had a dream about Dad the other night. He had this basement installed in the house, which — whatever — and he wanted to show me all of the antiques he had started collecting. It was a bizarre collection of ugly statues and souvenirs from places he’d never been. Some he bragged about scoring…
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“So I lit a firecracker, went off in my eye.”
[readermail] to: pamie@pamie.com date: August 2, 2005 10:59:24 AM PDT subject: (no subject) I had A dream that I was At My House And I was Crying for mys sister that I haven’t seen in a long time. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? -MEAGAN [/readermail] I don’t know why Meagan thinks I can interpret her dreams.…