it can't get any worse, knock on wood.

Bang. let's start out the new year right. fresh and ready to fight.

the mirror fell off my door.
i have to laugh. i think at this point i will walk under a ladder and beg a black cat to cross my path. do i even believe in luck? good or bad?

life. crap. the stuff that you step in. falling from the sky "splat" on your head after you've just washed your hair for the big night out where the engine light comes on and the tire goes flat on that road that's miles from anywhere and the nearest house is a 2 mile hike across muddy corn fields in 3 inch heels and it turns out the house has been abandoned for months and the phone lines been cut.

is that bad luck? or just an opportunity for growth?

i'm sick of growing. i want flowers behind my ears, slender legs under a flowing skirt. how about kool aid lips and a slip and slide? i remember an apple tree in full bloom that i climbed with a book and a blanket. how about it? an ocean view from our sleeping bags? a giggle and a kiss?

i'm so damn tired of bursting into tears.