Entries By val to the gal
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adopt
an attitude is what i usually here. you’re adopting an attitude. well, no actually. my attitude is a result of true emotions, not something i am taking in from some outside source. i own my ‘tude. it’s authentically me, and has a good reason. at least the reason always seems good to me…
Posted By val to the gal On 02.09.2012 @ 2:27 pm
walls
must have windows or i don’t like them. brick in theory is pretty, but if you’ve got to break through walls, kind of rough against the skin. if there are walls, they better have a good reason for being there. wide open space is so much more relaxing. i feel confined when the walls are too close. everybody does. i’m not alone in this.
Posted By val to the gal On 02.07.2012 @ 4:10 pm
mint
chocolate chip mint. just like that, i’m back in chicago at baskin robbins 31 flavors, back when they mentioned exactly how many. it was my favorite, the only one i ever ordered. somewhere along the line i stopped caring about cones and went to cups. that must have been when i officially became an adult.
Posted By val to the gal On 05.27.2011 @ 2:53 pm
booth
love the booth, yearn for the big, semi-circle, plasticky, glittery, red booth that wipes the maple syrup that dripped from your stack o’ pancakes, right off. yummy booth breakfast. nothing quite like it.
Posted By val to the gal On 05.25.2011 @ 10:33 am
domestic
why is that a bad word? i don’t know if it’s the dome or the mestic that messes me up. the word makes me feel boxed in and singular. like if you’re domestic you can’t also be worldly. one or the other. which is it gonna be?
Posted By val to the gal On 05.20.2011 @ 5:44 pm
wasteland
how could it be wasted land with all that stuff piled up everywhere. it’s like someone rushed to fill it so it wouldn’t disappear. the memories of better times could stay living in the debris. why cover land you’re trying to remember? where do the sands of time scatter?
Posted By val to the gal On 05.13.2011 @ 12:01 pm
connected
i love being connected. sometimes i yearn to be connected to every little thing possible. my dog, the flowers in the vase on my dining room table, hell, even the table itself. i think of things having life and imagine we converse about the universe.
Posted By val to the gal On 04.06.2011 @ 5:27 pm
ragged
my hangnails is ragged. it’s annoying and i hate the fact that it’s there and it bugs me and i can’t do anything about it. eesh. personal hygiene fail! that’s all i got for ragged. i can’t get my mind off of it. sad.
Posted By val to the gal On 01.10.2011 @ 11:40 am
support
support? i never liked that word. always felt like i needed scaffolding. i was a rickety old shed who couldn’t stand the weather alone. how about foundation. i definitely need that.
Posted By val to the gal On 01.10.2011 @ 11:09 am
discover
Only to discover she wasn’t my mom at all. how could this be? we had the same front teeth. she said so herself. who was she? why did she pretend for so long? and why did i have to find out that crazy day in the delivery room with my feet in the air?
Posted By val to the gal On 01.06.2011 @ 2:36 pm
paperclips
i remember in design class when mrs amos pointed out the brilliance of this simple item. the beauty of industrial design! a nameless designer makes history.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.22.2010 @ 12:42 pm
optimism
is something that i try to tap into every day, although i put so many rules on it. like don’t be overly, and be realistic and it’s hard to dig down deep sometimes and find it when everything around you is conspiring otherwise. but i have it, it’s there.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.20.2010 @ 12:36 pm
typewriter
i loved watching my dad type on his old typewriter. it was a special one, now that i think about it. he felt proud to tap away on it. like his words deserved the best vehicle possible. i love my dad. he taught me so much.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.18.2010 @ 5:05 pm
boa
he wrapped himself around my neck like a feather boa. i wasn’t scared. we’d made friends at the pet store and he made me feel safe, strangely. protecting my neck like that. gently… softly.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.17.2010 @ 5:30 pm
stick
sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me. i tried to believe that, as i shouted it down to the bully calling me names. but i thought words, sticks and stones all hurt when they were used to hurt.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.16.2010 @ 12:20 pm
wrong
If your marriage doesn’t work out, was it wrong in the first place? How do you go back to the beginning and try to unravel how it got, so, wrong. Did it slip in halfway through, or was the seed planted when you first said ‘yes’?
Posted By val to the gal On 12.15.2010 @ 11:57 am
stamps
he had so many stamps on his passport, it made me excited. well, was it excitement? or did it make me uneasy?
Posted By val to the gal On 12.13.2010 @ 8:03 pm
immense
………………. it was…………..so. heavy. i could, i couldn’t………… even……… breeeeeeeeeeeathe. the cloud was full of rain.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.10.2010 @ 3:54 pm
believer
True believer. What other kind can there be? Do you have any idea how many beliefs you have stuffed in your head? Do you know where they came from? If you really believe them? Maybe someone else put them there, and you’ve been carrying them around all this time. Like someone elses’ lunch bag.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.09.2010 @ 11:15 am
willow
i always loved willow trees. they seemed like a living coccoon when you sat under them. like quiet protection. but then people started referring to them as sad, and ever since i no longer have my simple joy about them.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.07.2010 @ 12:24 pm
teeth
it should be done soon, only i question whether i need it at all. it’s way in the back and i really haven’t used it since they yanked it out a year ago. i’m perfectly fine using the rest. i seem to get by. who chews with the very back ones anyhow/ they’re really just to round out the set.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.06.2010 @ 4:30 pm
bunny
it was funny. well, the bunny. it came out of nowhere. and there it was. in the middle of the ceremony. just sitting there, looking at us, looking at him. or her. she looked big. like pregnant big. were we going to see bunnies being born at this thing?
Posted By val to the gal On 12.02.2010 @ 12:35 pm
transport
it was weird. sort of like a capsule, but it was as thin as a bubble. i feared touching the edges and having it disappear. but we were travelling fast, beyond speedy, really. to some destination i had only read about in National Geographic back in ’76.
Posted By val to the gal On 12.01.2010 @ 3:19 pm
spike
oooooooh, now it all makes sense. the gel in his hair. the way it stood on end when i told him goodbye. and that drink… he must have spiked it, thinking it would change the outcome of our relationship. boy was he wrong. what a night. if only he’d decided not to go to that party at all.
Posted By val to the gal On 11.30.2010 @ 12:09 pm
copper
copper power, the power of copper. they make bracelets out of it that cure arthritis, isn’t that amazing? i mean, we should all have them. much healthier than the non-recyclable plastique bracelets lance armstrong had us all wearing and being strong. i like the color of copper. it’s really copper looking.
Posted By val to the gal On 11.29.2010 @ 6:48 pm
