May 2010
7 posts
“Oh, right, I forgot your dick’s full of radiation and… mastectomy coupons.”
– Lana on Archer, season 1, episode 10, after hearing her boyfriend’s explanation for sleeping with someone was “Well, see, she had just been diagnosed with breast cancer.”
Truth
J texting me out of the blue, crazy but flattering messages about his being “overwhelmed by strong feelings” for me and such… it’s scary how good it feels to be told such things.
But it also doesn’t feel real. It feels like him telling himself these things while he’s telling me, like he’s trying to feel them at the same time he’s trying to convince me.
And there is a part of me that wants to...
Oh
…the guy that owns the art store is the piece that ties those fragments together. I figured it all out as I was falling asleep last night and luckily I just remembered enough that I think I can figure it out again.
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Another dream mashed from things around me...
I had gone to Myrtle Beach with a group of people, most of them couples. I was single, the guy I had been involved with was also there. It had been one of those confusing movie breakups where we were clearly supposed to be together but he thought I was better off without him so broke up with me under other pretenses. I suspected but was too hurt so I masked it with anger. I was wandering a flea...
Bits of something?
There is a story brewing in my head but there are only a few tiny pieces: a man who plays a gay doctor that has everything together on a tv show but is falling apart in his own life, a woman crouching in a dusty hallway wearing light blue yoga pants, a girl in her early teens lying on the floor of a tree fort during a storm…
“Wow. I mean, yeah. I get why the demons all fall in line with you. You’re...”
– Spike, Buffy, Season 4, episode 20 