Yes, it’s true. I’m still alive. I’m not sick, or in the hospital either. Yes, the computer was down for a while, but I still had a backup. I am just finding myself in a real creative low at the moment. For some reason, I’m just not motivated to write at all, lately. I really…
Category: MSN Spaces
These are the posts that started it all back in the summer of 2005. A girl I’d been chatting with on MSN Messenger said, “I’m thinking about getting a Myspace.”
Paving the way
Raise your hand if you are a younger sibling. Wait… umm… err… rephrase: Raise your eyebrow if you are a younger sibling. There, that’s better. For those of you that raised… something (like me), you know exactly what I speak of today. You were always the “Little (insert last name).” Always referred to as ”…
Are you lost?
Everybody has one of those stories. You walk into a place, and it’s painfully obvious that you do not belong. Whether you were the lady that walked into the men’s bathroom, or the redneck cowboy that stepped into an elevator full of drag queens, everyone has had that feeling at one point in their life. …
Somewhere in between
I wake up in the morning having had another one of those dreams where I regain movement in my arms and legs. They are always so vivid, so clear. Every touch completely realistic, every smell so real you could almost taste them. It starts out slow, me faintly beginning to move. At first, I don’t…
Guess who’s back?
Well… didn’t my down days just about ignite a civil war in cyberspace? Gosh, I don’t know how, but it seems we all made it out alive. Phew… that was close! (Note to self: avoid that topic like the plague, at least for a little while) OK, everyone with me… deep breath… hold it… heavy sigh. …
Crosses to bear
Everyone has a cross to bear, doesn’t matter who you are. And although mine is a rather heavy load, I try to carry it as quietly as possible. But sometimes you buckle under the weight, and just want to scream. This is me screaming/venting… They say that everything happens for reason. Is this my purpose? …
Bad side of a great sport
A hand darts through the darkness, in a frantic search for the snooze button. Never a morning person, he has to set his alarm extra early each morning, hitting snooze a few times before finally rising. Just one more day, he thinks to himself. A little over seven pounds left. His stomach churns, voicing its displeasure…
Not quite sure what to do
Now I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not, but the overly sarcastic side of me apparently avoided paralysis, and claws its way to the surface quite often. Most times I can suppress it… but sometimes it just needs out, you know? Being a quadriplegic, I tend to find myself in precarious situations…
Clarification
I still find myself wondering to this day… could she have been that once-in-a-lifetime? That one true love of my life? Looking back… I would say that it’s EASILY possible. Where to start? The beginning, I suppose. I knew I wanted to keep her in my life forever the first night we met… and she…
Intensive(ly) (S)care(d)
You hear the word “surgery” as your consciousness begins to fade. Just before going, you catch yourself wondering if the sign above the door read Emergency Room, or Torture Chamber. Most of the next week or so is blurred by a morphine haze. Everything flashes in one minute intervals. Intubation tubes down your throat making…
Kenny Salvini 