I have the most amazing friends...
We laugh at everything.
elle: I made that so that you could understand what I mean.
Nicky: VENN DIAGRAMS
Nicky: i hope the humor of them is in our overlapping zone
elle: Hahaha
elle: How well do I know you?
Nicky: they are my favorite things
elle: HOW WELL?
Nicky: haha
Nicky: sometimes it's scary
I miss you, Nickyface. Come visit.
Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous ones we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insects
and leave not a sting but a kiss.
They can be good as fingers.
They can be trusty as the rock
you stick your bottom on.
But they can be both daisies and bruises.
Yet I am in love with words.
They are doves falling out of the ceiling.
They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap.
They are the trees, the legs of summer,
and the sun, its passionate face.
Yet often they fail me.
I have so much I want to say,
so many stories, images, proverbs, etc.
But the words aren't good enough,
the wrong ones kiss me.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
but with the wings of a wren.
But I try to take care
and be gentle to them.
Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.
–"Words" by Anne Sexton.
GEMINI (May 21-June 21). You're spiffing up your world, one environment at a time. Start with your home — the casa nirvana spreads to other areas of your life, including relationships.
(Because I am a mature, well-adjusted human being.)
I have been thinking about you a lot lately. Imagery reminding me of you seems to pop up wherever I go. I suppose that means I should call you, but our conversations always leave me frustrated. All you do is talk about yourself. Most of what I think upon hanging up is that I don't want to be anything like that. I know I should be grateful for what you can provide, and I do love you, but I can't help but wish you were more than you are.
Sometimes I wish I were the sort of person who could hold a grudge, solely so I could hold a grudge against you. That said, I can't do that and we will probably be at least acquaintances. But no one has ever hurt me more than you – not even close to it – and I sincerely hope that haunts you. The sad part is that I think it will, and for far longer than you expect.
I could write a trillion letters to you. I write them in my head every day. You are one of the best people I know. I spend a lot of my time daydreaming about experiences we've had and creating experiences I hope we will have. I hope that what I'm feeling isn't a phase of healing... I won't say a word until I'm sure. The fact that I can be patient about this, but I think that bodes well for its longevity. I'm not scared to lose you because I probably already should have and yet, there you are. I wish I knew what was bothering you... Let me help.
I find it shocking that there are people as calculating and manipulative as you have proven yourself to be. You didn't set off my radar whatsoever, which is even more frightening, but that makes me wonder what your motivations are and how you reconcile your actions within your head and heart. You certainly don't seem to practice what you preach whatsoever.
I wonder what you would do in my situation. Sometimes I wish you had kept a journal, and maybe you did but we're not privy to it. Your life and choices seem especially pertinent to my life as of late, and you're someone I have always admired. I mimic your strength on my hardest days, when my pancon is driving me up the wall. At least I won't be bothered anymore.
11 days until my boys are here.
4 days left at this stupid job.
465 days until I should be over this, according to the "half of the relationship" rule.
(I can't believe I spent/wasted that much time.)
I am ridiculously excited about this movie and I always love the Mark Motherspaugh soundtracks to Wes Anderson's films.
As usual, this soundtrack contains a few artists I've never heard of (Sankar and Satyajit Ray) mixed with a few familiar sounds and old favorites (Peter Sarstedt and the Kinks). The thing about these soundtracks that I love is that it evokes the feeling of the films in a way I don't know any other albums to do. I think part of it is that Wes uses the music almost as another character – just as quirky, interesting, flawed and lovable as those played by the actors. It's fluid and feels whole, too, which is remarkable when you consider the range of feelings and scenes that occur in a film. This soundtrack, like Tenenbaums and other Anderson films before it, truly stands alone as an enjoyable listening experience.
It's worth mentioning that I haven't seen The Darjeeling Unlimited yet. But I already know by listening to the soundtrack, watching the prequel and knowing its pedigree (i.e. directed by Mr. Anderson) that I am going to like it.
I'm Not Lonely
i'm not lonely
sleeping all alone
you think i'm scared
but i'm a big girl
i don't cry
or anything
i have a great
big bed
to roll around
in and lots of space
and i don't dream
bad dreams
like i used
to have that you
were leaving me
anymore
now that you're gone
i don't dream
and no matter
what you think
i'm not lonely
sleeping
all alone
-nikki giovanni
For the first time in my life, I'm not a blonde.
For the first time in 2.5 years, I am single.
For the first time in a long time, I'm not afraid, nervous or unsure.
It feels pretty amazing.
I miss this place. I miss the serenity, the wide openness, the solidarity that occurs when you must depend upon one another and depend wholly upon yourself. Those things sound mutually-exclusive, but I assure you, there, on the playa, they are not. The paradoxes exist around every corner: lawyers dressed like bunnies; rain in the desert; Bloody Marys appearing out of thin air. It's not the kind of place that's good to everyone, but it was deliciously good to me.
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