i have this favorite coffee mug i use whenever i come home.
it is this picture of a
lemon, cut into a little pig.
i love it.

i need to floss.
i am in desperate need of some flossin'.
my teeth feel, yuck.

i could use a nap.
bad, real bad.

country roads take me home
to the place i belong
west virginia
mountain momma
take me home country roads

misty taste of moonshine
teardrop in my eye.

i think my kitty hates the computer.
whenever i am on it,
she stands/lays in front
to inhibit my view of the screen.

what i do for love.

speaking of love...


dear grapel,
i thought i had finally forgotten you.
it has literally been a month since i have last missed you.
i bet you never think about me anymore.
i am scared to go back.
scared you will have changed too much. you won't
remember me, or like me like you used to. i guess i have to stop living
in the past. you aren't here for me anymore and...
i am going to just have to appreciate what we had when we had it.
those were some of the best times of my life, so far.

always and forever,
maggie

well well well.
i'm breaking out, literally.
i usually have nice skin,
no pimples...
i have four, FOUR!
i know this sounds overdramatic,
but really 0 - 4 is a lot.
two on my left side forehead
one near my right eyebrow
and here is the kicker...
one is on my lip!!!
on my lip!!!

it hurts

i thought i only had the one,
until i looked in the mirror.
fucking sneaky little bitches.

fucking, fuck
to say the least.

i am at the nicest library i have ever been to.
it is enormous and has:
gift shop
cafe
free wireless internet

it is the nicest library in missouri,
without a doubt.

i can't finish all of this shakespeare.
i just can't do it.

i brought a bottle of water and a peanut-butter/fluff/jam sandwich.
fluffenutterjam.

doesn't that sound delicious?

there are a few really nice locally done paintings in here
and a few really really bad ones,
like of cats on a kitchen table
or a bad scenic one of the ocean

i want to poke around in here,
but i brought all of my books
and my computer.
making it very hard to leave the table i have
situated myself at.

i have begun writing my first short story
since last semester, but this one
is not for a class.

i am not even sure why i am doing it,
or where it is going.
we'll see, i'll see.

where are you leah?

i don't know why i am incapable of falling asleep.
oh right, i drank part of a rockstar.
idiot.
my cat is so perfect, sometimes it hurts.
tonite, i picked some weird thing off of her.
it was a weird scab thing
she didn't seem to mind, at all.
tomorrow is going to be a glorious 78 degrees.
i think i'll wear a dress.