Online drama because there’s so little of it offline, right?
I feel like a prisoner of the internet. The online binds me but it also nourishes me.
I feel like a prisoner of the internet. The online binds me but it also nourishes me.
It’s a day for flying solo. For being alone. Vegging out, watching mindless TV and pausing to stare out of the window, unseeing into the unclear outside, fogged, smogged and clogged by rain and outsideness. Or for getting lost in a crowd. The storm in the center of a sea…
Monday morning says, it’s work, bitch.
I’m feeling the pain of being born. It’s as painful as I’m told death will be.
* Also served at Plain Salted.
I was thrown out of the house that I labored to find and turned into a home. There will never be forgiving someone without a heart.
She blogged. She tweeted. That’s how I know her. She liked reading. She liked sharing. Many XXFactored links came from her. She was still a girl. She was almost a woman. She was both. And she was discovering her ideas about womanhood & relationships. She had ambitions like everyone else….
Visualising the wardrobe of the future.
I am tired of telecommuting friendships. I’m tired of meeting people because they’re close to where I am geographically, rather than mentally. Geography should not be a criteria for friendship but unfortunately, it’s the most important one now. I never thought I’d say this but I really miss having an…
Unlike everything else, the heart gets hungrier, the more it is fed. No wait, that describes the brain too. Well, my brain and my heart.