April 03, 2009 - 3:24 p.m.
Scratch That
Don't tell me how you're "doing"...
Tell me how you're feeling.
This invokes a much more authentic response, me thinks.
September 14, 2007 - 2:00 p.m.
The Wisdom of Sierra, Installment 3
Another note from the Encyclopaedia of Why Sierra is SO AWESOME:
My 11-year-old neice was speaking with my mother about her new science teacher, and how much she really likes her. This is good because the teacher also happens to be my father's long-time girlfriend. Sierra says to mom:
"I hope grandpa marries her. And then he'll be Mr. Deich."
My mother laughed. See... Sierra's assumption is that my father would take on her name. I love Sierra.
April 28, 2007 - 9:34 a.m.
i miss having real feelings.
to never know what it's like...
how fucking depressing.
January 12, 2007 - 11:19 p.m.
Erase... would that I could.
I've lost the ability to comprehend all that I've lost, and have seen lost. I could make a list. A list will either force me to stop for a moment and look and think and feel, or maybe it will only serve to further distance me from everything... Experiment#1:
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I started to list... but I had to stop.
As much as I type, I erase. I can't even talk to myself about my life.
I feel uninteresting. I feel disinterested.
I wish I was someone's slave sometimes - no need for thought or choice. Just do as I'm told. But who would I choose as my master? Is this how some "find religion" - searching for someone to "guide" them?
Yuck.
