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Since I was away I believe that j have just spent the most on all of our shopping trips it’s ridiculous because i hate the fashion here in Sydney and cannot sand buying clothes that are over priced and just plain old no good! Why bother I say! It’s a time waster!

Posted By Joni On 11.10.2012 @ 12:58 pm

setting is what surrounds you in a place, obviously. the decor, furniture, the zen, the feeling you get. or simply at the beach, inside, in the forest; hence, where a movie takes place. Setting can be described as a table setting: forks, knives, plates, fancy napkins.

Posted By Joni On 10.06.2011 @ 3:35 pm

port and tort, after dinner delight I don’t drink the port though, it gives me a headache. the idea is nice though, thick and sweet and intoxicating. Things like that should not cause pain.

Posted By Joni On 09.22.2011 @ 12:23 pm

not the place for me. Couch? ouch I’d rather sleep on the floor. I’d rather walk out the door and into my car and drive off. Couch is for slouch. Haven’t owned one in years. Makes for lazy time… sometimes I miss the cuddling.

Posted By Joni On 09.21.2011 @ 11:14 am

Pouch. not in the mood, I guess.

Just breath hold it in…

Let it out…

Pouch.

Posted By Joni On 09.16.2011 @ 1:01 pm

really? rally? today of all days, with its overcast and heartache Today when I rallied at 5am to get on a train, to get on a bike, to get to a class that I didn’t want to be in in the first place. Rally the troops of my soul to do something worthwhile.

Posted By Joni On 09.14.2011 @ 11:10 am

I do Like my mother Like I am his mother, I hover and judge. I hover and critique the world as though I am without flaw because I am full of flaw because I work so hard to be above it

Posted By Joni On 09.11.2011 @ 3:10 pm

Places people go to live and die. Feels like living, but killing yourself simultaneously. In so many ways a place to put bars on happiness. Barred from living the life you seek.

Posted By Joni On 09.08.2011 @ 11:50 am

Salt in my nose changed my life. neti. Salt in the shower, neti now no allergies, no sinus infections, no headaches. NO Asthma. Salt in my nose changed my life. neti. Salt, like the ocean, purifies us

Posted By Joni On 09.02.2011 @ 3:45 pm

Did I miss it, that magic time when a brain is a sponge, when my son was a sponge… did I give enough, did I waste it? Is there still time? Can we get re-sponged even in our older years?

Posted By Joni On 09.01.2011 @ 3:01 pm

We gonna rock down to… sometimes you don’t think you’ll find yourself on the same avenue 16 years in the past 16 years ago, a different you Same people, nothing new. Like time stayed still here.

Posted By Joni On 08.31.2011 @ 11:38 am

Chance is a dog I know In most ways he is slow. But in the river he dives and I follow. He dove under a boulder and shot out the other side. I did too. It was a hell of a ride.

Posted By Joni On 08.28.2011 @ 12:06 pm

Secretary A foreign concept to me. But, perhaps a good idea. Yes, I think I need a secretary.

Posted By Joni On 08.27.2011 @ 7:13 pm

My aching back missing happy morning sleepy time. I miss the work. Off target sometimes, but alway on track. Sometimes I hit it spot on.

Posted By Joni On 08.19.2011 @ 8:48 pm

caught in the headlights, a skull on my bookshelf. They swarm the roads here at night. I dodge them, so far no fatalities, not with the deer anyway, now bear, that is a different story.

Posted By Joni On 08.18.2011 @ 12:21 pm

A simple fashion statement. So hard to match, for me, with my colorblind eyes…just another accessory that I’ll mess up. Who cares? This one glitters! And this one…has been wrapped around my eyes as you pinned me to your headboard. It’s my favourite. It still smells of the sweetness of sex.

Posted By Joni On 03.12.2011 @ 12:25 am

Almost used to count for something When we were young children. You almost made it to the top of the rope in gym class That meant that you were strong But almost loving a person Doesn’t work that way And It’s not fair to expect it to count

Posted By Joni On 03.07.2011 @ 7:42 pm

This makes me think of video games, and video games make me think of you, and I’m just really fucking tired of thinking about you.

Posted By Joni On 02.05.2011 @ 1:07 pm

Printing. I am here at my boyfriend’s because I need his printer. Being here leads to rather extreme procrastination. Had I stayed in my room, I would probably be done with my essay already. I have not started yet. This is kind of distressing. No wonder I get no sleep. Mark Twain, write about yourself for me?

Posted By Joni On 01.30.2011 @ 9:09 pm

Long nights I haven’t slept in days Reports, reports, reports I never seem to stop writing My fingers are bleeding It’s never good enough Never meticulous enough Never perfect enough For you

Posted By Joni On 01.27.2011 @ 10:05 pm

We’re all so different, and bound together by such a silly thing. But we really do love one another. That’s kind of great, isn’t it?

Posted By Joni On 01.26.2011 @ 11:15 am

Oops, I already did this. Here, let me be more obvious this time… HEY TRAVIS. I LIKE YOUR BASEMENT. I LIKE YOU. And by like…I mean love. Most of the time. Stop living so far away, okay? Deal?

Posted By Joni On 01.25.2011 @ 7:13 pm

This would be my first word. It’s where we grew up together. Where our memories sit above the tv. Thousand of video game battles. Candy and Winky. Disney poster. Our first kiss. I don’t even know what else. Infinite things. I used to sleep in it and fantasize about you coming down to visit, but you never did.

Posted By Joni On 01.25.2011 @ 4:36 pm

The potato is a yummy vegetable. My grandma made the best mashed potatoes. They were so rich and creamy, filled with buttery goodness. I still use the same recipe with my family and I hope that these potatoes bring the same warm and comfortable thoughts for them that they have for me whenever I remember enjoying them with my family.

Posted By Joni On 04.17.2010 @ 9:34 am

A comma, is a comma, is a comma. It helps us seperate things as well as gets us to take a greathe. Who knoew one little character could od so much. Thanks you comma, you rock!

Posted By Joni On 09.25.2009 @ 7:04 am

idle, someone you look up to. idle, someone you praise. idle, someone who never disappoints. my idle was my best friend. my idle was my love, my passion, my honor. my idle was everything.

Posted By joni On 08.05.2009 @ 1:34 pm

it’s sometimes hard to install someone often it’s harder to uninstall them from your heart mind bones blood.

people aren’t machines. we’re runny inside.

Posted By joni On 02.23.2009 @ 6:05 am

A small town. In the wild or rural. Some say it takes a village to raise a child, i think that means that many faces are needed to see a child through.

Posted By joni On 08.14.2008 @ 2:08 pm

all pretty in paisley, on some of these days she would race out to praise the sun’s lackadaisy.

like a daisy, plucked for the very first time… yeah, cringe already.

Posted By joni On 06.14.2008 @ 8:26 am

oh, substance.

she said she was chockablock full of it.

she was full of it.

hair and eyes and lips and nostrils and little flakes of skin.

she definitely amounted to more than just that.

she was substantially more. a woman of substance. a woman. alive.

Posted By joni On 06.09.2008 @ 6:10 am