the bitch

I finally had enough and asked my roommate to move out last night. The final straw was my winged Nike sitting on my dining room table with a missing wing. Actually the final straw was her referring to my winged Nike as an angel. I've decided that I can't handle living with a 20 year old. I think even when the 20 year old is my own flesh and blood I won't want to live with her/him. I feel like a bitch, but this is necessary for my sanity.

experiment #3

I sometimes forget

when the moon is new

that the light will return

but it is only in 

the darkeness that

we can see the truths

we hide from ourselves

experiment #2

Golden sparrows on the green grass

ornaments on the lawn

I step outside for a better look

but all the sparrows are gone

note to a non-valentine

I am learning to be content with the friendship we share, but that won't keep me from hoping for more.

advice

E: "Can you explain men to me?

B: "Of course.  I know all"

E: "Please share your knowledge, master"

B: "The secret of men is simple:  women are retarded"

E: "Gee, thanks.  That was helpful"

what I would like to say

"You're absolutely insane, which is fine.  It works for you.  But I'm still trying to figure out how to keep up."

experiment #1

There is no fear 

in your touch

no excitement either

I feel only comfort

when you are near me

I'm feeling the urge to scrap this blog and start over.  Must resist.  Maybe if I start writing something worthwhile, I won't feel the need to delete everything.

I do not understand

Why are guys not interested in girls who show interest in them?  It's only when I decided that he's not worth my time that he wants to talk to me.  I don't get it at all!