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one time on spring break my best friend and current college roommate had 18 shots and got really drunk. i was sharing a room with her and that night she soiled the bed that we slept in. three times. true friendship if you ask me. I’m not mad.

Posted By MH On 12.28.2012 @ 6:42 pm

covered in rain clouds distinguishing place from purpose and purpose from distinctions. Sound pouring out the doors vibrating the floors. pain covered purposely in other colors diluting the experience of being sincere. this piercing notion is exploding

Posted By MH On 09.02.2012 @ 11:25 am

you win some you lose some. i don’t consider loves lost to be personal losses. i’d rather see them as personal gains. a step towards something greater while i continue to learn about myself. and the adage goes “you win some you lose some” so its about time for me to win…right?

Posted By MH On 07.30.2012 @ 9:46 pm

This is the LAST straw. I have had enough of myself – laying around, watching crappy reality tv. I need to kick my own ass. Get up off the sofa and work out. So last night I went to circuit training and yoga and boy did I feel better. Thank God for last straws.

Posted By Mh On 07.12.2011 @ 7:44 am

Mean girls. I love that my daughters are very fair-minded and just. They speak out against unkindness and speak up for themselves and their friends. I have no time for mean girls. I love and am very proud of my daughters, all three – the anti-thesis’ of mean – they are kind

Posted By Mh On 07.11.2011 @ 7:04 am

I was marooned on the subway with beautiful maroon-colored toenails – OPI NYC color “Marooned on the Subway” For some reason, the word maroon always reminds me of macaroons which I used to hate, but now I love. Mmmmm coconut.

Posted By Mh On 07.08.2011 @ 6:51 am

A cast of thousands…cast my fate to the wind….the cast of Cats (an anagram). Casting my pearls before swine. Cast on, Cast off. I think I’ll cast my best effort forth today and look for the positive outcomes.

Posted By Mh On 07.07.2011 @ 7:28 am

It started to smell. It was expanding in the air like a poison and we all needed to escape. It was not a sweet fragrance or perfume, like one would smell near a beautiful woman, but a stench that seeped the room like an unknown cancer. The only thing I could think about was escaping the it before it took me and dragged me down into the abyss of the high. All I wanted was to leave the room full of druggies who forced me into their little game. I did not want to get high, I wanted out.

Stay above the influence.

Posted By MH On 02.08.2011 @ 1:56 pm

i wish i could detour the way that my life is gonna be soon it’s gonna be a mess. if there was a way that i could detour the inevitable chaos and problems that my decisions will cause that would be really great. Unfortunately i can;t. It’s worth it though.

Posted By MH On 05.02.2010 @ 2:42 am

Barack Obama… he is our change.

Posted By MH On 01.20.2009 @ 9:32 am

Asking for something that hasn’t been found is n’t one of those things that can be formed without a precognative responce after there has been no conformation of whether or not that said thing exists.

Posted By MH On 08.18.2008 @ 5:43 am

The man had a gun. Noone noticed it before it was too late. Before they knew it, the gun was out and a shot was fired at the ceiling creating a gaping hole. The screaming began.

Posted By mh On 03.06.2010 @ 12:06 pm

Her mother had told her that she moved like a lame horse. She trotted forward instead of gliding like her siblings. She was all knees and elbows. How ashamed she was to be the angular one, the lame one, the broken one. But, that’s all she could ever be.

Posted By MH On 10.15.2009 @ 7:54 pm

I looked at the woman walking toward me from the doctor’s office. She was clearly pregnant. I tried to stilfle a gag. Her stomach spilled over her jeans. Yet, she wore a smile. I was sick.

Posted By MH On 10.13.2009 @ 6:19 pm

the girl ran through the dark, wet street. her hair was a flurry and her red high heels clapped along the wet pavement. she could hear heavy breathing coming up closer behind her, and her matted gold hair was slick with rain and sweat, with terror. her legs were caked with mud that continuously sprung up from hidden puddles, and her new dress was beyond the point of a simple dry-cleaning, stuck with the same mud and sweat, the same terror.

Posted By mh On 10.04.2009 @ 10:16 pm