My Prophecy:
You are going to leave. I will proceed through life, get married, have children.
One day, I will open the mailbox and find a tattered letter. It will smell like salt and sweat, which will be an oddly refreshing contrast to the honeysuckles in my front yard. There will be no return address. And it won’t be signed. I will know it’s from you. I will receive these letters like clockwork, well in the sense that I will expect them at certain times. But instead, as if I forgot why the dates were important, I will receive them on days that have no holiday. On days in which I yell too loud at my kids, or almost quit my job. Of course they weren’t sent with any foresight, but I will pretend as if they were. I will cry every time I read them, not out of regret, or sadness, but out of a sheer longing to just talk to you. Your letters will just be a collection of words wrought from your memory of when we were closer. I will never try and track you down.
It turns out you are some sad, disgustingly romantic, utterly sick fuck who lives in a lighthouse with the only thing that got better with age. Your memory. So, I haunt you daily.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Food Rules!
In case you weren't aware the year began! Welcome to 2010!
Of course everyone has their New Year's resolutions to follow and mine are pretty simple:
- Become better at thinking ahead (in general this is a good idea, for me, because 2009 had a lot of issues revolving around not planning ahead)
- Change my pillow cases every 2 weeks (Simply put my skin can act up and this will help with that, and why not do something proactive?)
- Brush my Skin (Okay this might sound just plain weird, but I once read that beauty queens do this to keep their skin healthy looking. I decided to try it for a little a few years back and I could see a difference immediately! I just never kept it up.)
- Lastly, Use the rules I have for my skin on what I eat.
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