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On muted nights like tonight my mind wanders past the barriers of my imagination. My most hated and forgotten memories seep through the blockades of my willpower and suffocate the common sense that was pleasantly residing beforehand. Perhaps it is on these such nights that I, personally, tear myself apart and scrutinize the pieces. Which parts of me are disgusting enough to feed to the severing words of my most despised enemies? Or which parts are simply too brilliantly masked to unveil? It's all ...

It's the little things that get to me, you know? Like when a particular ego bursts through a crowd just for the attention or when a seemingly well intended smile instantaneously erupts into cackles that can cut like a white hot blade. How does it taste to feel the rush of a thousand pairs of eyes shoot towards you in unison? Explosive? Bitter? I guess it depends on the perspective. Perhaps this superiority complex has been acquired through years of duplication and reenactment, but even then... ...

Rain. It is such a beautiful phenomenon.

I remember when I was a little girl living on a farm and I used to play in the fields for hours and hours on end until I heard a crack of thunder in a steadily darkening sky. With Yogi shaking by my side I would trudge home through the chest high hay field and the horses. It always seemed that just before I got into the house... maybe three minutes to the door... I would feel the first droplet on my face. A single drop of water trickling down ...

I haven't been on here in forever. I had a little brainfart and thought I was too cool for AFI. But no. I am back with a vengeance

I've missed you all. How it do?

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I stopped at a convenience store on my way to work this morning to buy some milk. As I dug through the dairy case looking for a two-litre container that wasn't going to expire before I had even left the store, I was struck with a strange thought: how brutal would that be to be a jug of Homo milk? I mean, who was the marketing genius that decided to shorten Homogenized and plaster the container with "Homo"? Talk about an unfortunate name. I'll bet the second I closed that cooler door and ...