• I wonder what I will be like I’m an old lady. Will I be alone? Will I have family to visit me? Will I even live to be old? My grandma is 102 so I have longevity on that side of my family. Who knows. I always wondered what I’d be like as an adult…so [...]

  • I wonder what it’s like to have to put a montage of someone’s life together. How long it would take to go through all of the footage, what would be the criteria in choosing events, etc. I wonder what my montage would look like. I think it would be pretty boring.

  • I love mint. I love it in gum, in ice cream, in candies. I love it with chocolate. My favorite candies as a kid were Andies candies. My grandma always had them. I prefer mint toothpaste and I even love it in tea.

  • If I could alter anything it would be how my life has unfolded the past ten years. It did not turn out as I had hoped. Not even close. If I had an idea of what was to come I wouldn’t have been so excited for the new millennium. Oh well. Time to try again [...]

  • Anastasia Rose wrote about the word: boa 2 years, 5 months ago

    I’ve always wanted to wear a red feather boa. For no reason at all. Just thought they were cool. I always think of drag queens when I see boas. Is that wrong? I could always think of boa constrictors but they’re scary so I will think of drag queens being happy and gay in their [...]

  • Anastasia Rose commented on the blog post killed 2 years, 6 months ago

    Losing you killed me. Knowing you married someone else killed me. Why did you pretend to love me? Why did you make me think you cared? Why couldn’t I be the one? I hate you now. I hope she leaves you.

  • It is hard to adapt to live at home with your parents after you’ve been on your own for long. Now. I’m afraid of adapting to life on my own again when the time comes. It won’t be for a while but it will happen sooner or later. And I’ll have to adapt, again.

  • I need to go somewhere with a serene setting. Some place with palm trees and a white beach. I need to relax and meditate and think about what I want to do with my life. Being in this house with my crazy family is not helping me at all. I need serenity. Badly.

  • A white sheet of paper. That’s what I wish I had in front of me. I miss writing in a looseleaf binder. I did that in high school and in college. Maybe I’ll go back to doing that. Turn the computer off for a couple of days…

  • I lived in flannel in the early to mid 90s. I went to college in upstate NY and my closet was full of flannel shirts. It was the grunge era. Flannel and denim were the required uniform…I miss it now, sometimes.

  • It’s amazing how much the sunlight feels like it hurts when you haven’t been in it in days. It hurts your eyes, burns your skin. But it is beautiful. I miss being out in the sunlight.

  • I hear a lot of chatter, mostly inside my own head. Conversations I wish I had. Conversations I will never have. Usually imagining things that can never be. How sad is that?

  • I lean to the left. I can’t help it. I can’t imagine being on the right. Ever. Okay maybe fiscally but NEVER socially. I don’t agree with ANYTHING socially on the right. I guess that means I’m a Socialist.

  • I need help. I’ve needed help for a long time. I need help with everything. I need money. I need a job. I need a life. So help me. Please. Somebody, just help me.

  • I feel incomplete without you. I don’t like being without you. You made me have to be without you. I will never be the same. I will never recover. I will never be with someone again without thinking of you.

  • I’d like to meet you in a motel. A seedy motel in the middle of nowhere. We can just be alone and do what we do best. Then go back to our regular lives. I hate wanting you so much. It’s an awful feeling.

  • There is a great divide going on in this Country right now. It’s between the sane, rational people and the insane, irrational people. I’m actually more scared for the future now than I was after 9/11. Someone hold me.

  • I want to be involved with someone again. I miss the feeling of butterflies. Getting excited to talk to him. Seeing emails from him. Being around him….

  • Chuckles sounds like the name of an evil clown. Oh who am I kidding? Aren’t all clowns evil? I never thought about them one way or the other as a kid. Now, I find them really really creepy. So yeah Chuckles the clown will probably kill you.

  • My brother, father and brother’s loud friend are in the den watching football. They are so loud. I cannot take it. I hear them through the floor. Ugh football season is here.

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