for katekrogh
…before you go to Jackson Hole and experience true joy.
…before you go to Jackson Hole and experience true joy.
So we’ve got this theory.
Men date us. We break up. They don’t have anyone to spend their money on anymore. So… they spend it on themselves.
Then what happens?
They end up looking and acting like tools.
Sorry, men, but you do it to yourselves.
A.K.G.
Right now, I am listening to Pandora… and
completing…
“Leisure Time” word- finds.
Literally, a book of word searches.
Its’ therapeutic.
A.K.G.
I think my head might explode. For a lot of reasons.
A.K.G.
Today:
7:20 am - get ready
8:00 am - leave house
8:10 am - arrive at courthouse
8:35 am - listen to informal hearing: Oregon man running red light, hitting Hispanic man - (he got no mercy)
8:40 am - try not to cry when begging to be forgiven for speeding
8:50 am - ticket payed (I also got no mercy), drive home
9:15 am - sleep
12:00 pm - get ready
1:00 pm - work
5:15 pm - favorite sandwich at Subway
6:30 pm - gym
8:00 pm - something enjoyable
11:00 pm - sleep
I can tell by the way he will look lost and puzzled suddenly, all expression dying away from his dear face as though swept clean by an unseen hand, and in its place a mask will form, a sculptured thing, formal and cold, beautiful still but lifeless. He will fall to smoking cigarette after cigarette, not bothering to extinguish them, and the glowing stubs will lie around on the ground like petals. He will talk quickly and eagerly about nothing at all, snatching at any subject as a panacea to pain. I believe there is a theory that men and women emerge as finer and stronger after suffering, and that to advance in this or any other world, we must endure ordeal by fire. This we have done in full measure, ironic though it seems. We have both known fear, and loneliness, and very great distress. I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end. We have conquered ours, or so we believe.
— Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca
Word of the day:
sepulchre
1 : a place of burial : tomb
2 : a receptacle for religious relics especially in an altar
“The house was a sepulchre, our fear and suffering lay buried in the ruins.”
~ Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca
Question of the night, brought to you by Lauren Shahly.
“So where do transvestites get their shoes?”
A.K.G.
A truly inspiring film.
A.K.G.