i handle failure about as properly as a man handles a hooker.
can't imagine settling a land or even changing a habit- breaking or conquering.just doesn't happen when tears come from
oversleeping,
missing a workshift,
then locking the keys in the car.

maybe i'm doomed to childhood.

Thoughts

She worked in a nursing home where death was just the end part of life. nothing more, nothing less.

All Dressed Up And...

I am Sartorialist perfect, new skirt, leather back, jewels on my sandals and gold metal threaded through my hair. take my picture, come and admire.

the paparazzi style flash photograph me as i run
into
my
parents
dirty
minivan

I am 18 and in 37 days I will be 19. It is the weekend and-
no,i'm not going to be a member of the girls=-gone-wild faction of the "FREAAK OUUT PT 2!" party invitation I got on Facebook.

i.am.going.with.my.family.

To where, we don't even know, cuz we can't decide and everyone from little brother up through mother has their opinion and its now an hour later and i'm still sartorial clad in the middle of a bench seat with fastfood wrappers on it waiting for mom to give the dog her medication.