Archive for August, 2009
Monday, August 31st, 2009
How Doing Something Sad Made Me Pretty Happy
i become unusually attached to inanimate objects. i name my cars, cameras, computers, toys, housewares, and pretty much everything else that will sit still for it. i suppose it’s an expression of how happy i am to own things. i like owning things. for some reason it still feels novel and deeply satisfying, though i’ve [...]
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Friday, August 28th, 2009
My Google Reader: Bulging With Hilarity
it was a good day for my reader…
these gems…
and
for the tech impaired
and finally, for the selfless among us…
Atheists who’ll take in your pets after the Rapture
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Monday, August 17th, 2009
The Best Forking Vacation Ever
i am in possession of an adolescent girlchild, and so is that one guy. one of these girlchildren lives on the east coast, and she when realizing that her visit here to see her father would bring her within striking distance of Forks, WA caused us to be subject to some clamor related to Twilight. [...]
2 Comments » - Posted in Go-ing, Happy Making by autumnrouse
Wednesday, August 5th, 2009
The Migraine Monster
for anyone who suffers, there is no need to explain the misery associated. for anyone who doesn’t there is simply no way to convey how awful it is.
in my case, i suffer from something called a Hemiplegic Migraine. that means that right before the headache part comes on, one side of my body goes completely [...]
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Monday, August 3rd, 2009
my fingers hurt
but it’s a good thing. livingston has been sitting untended all too long. been plucking away at him a bit lately. i forget how good it is for me.
i can’t remember the last time i wrote a song though…
i’m practicing for an open mic night on wednesday. which is the most ambtious thing i’ve done [...]
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Sunday, August 2nd, 2009
the pink and orange sky
courage is at an ebb. but the sky was aflame tonight as i made my way home. the sherbert colors in the vault bright with promise.
that expectations might be abandoned, truths thought known will be recognized as nothing more than hopeful hunches. roles redrawn, wisdom reexamined. all things taken on faith to be viewed with [...]