Mar 5 2009

New Glasses

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Jan 18 2009

New Home!!

From front

Well, I’ve moved into my new house. The bottom floor is all mine, just a couple of rooms, not to much space to rattle around in, It’s small, but it’s mine.

I’m glad for the independance, just wish it didn’t feel so empty.


Dec 31 2008

Not much to say…

Aside from HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve not got a lot to say really. I’m off the anti depressants, headaches and dizzyness have gone now and generally I feel more me than I have in a long time.

Christmas was ok, I just miss Miya so much, especially over the holidays. We are working on things and it’s getting better. I did get to spend some time with my daughter, so that rocks :)

The housing situation isn’t really going anywhere as everywhere is closed for xmas, hopefully things will move pretty quickly now we are in the new year. I need to be somewhere by the 18th of Jan at the very very latest or im under a bench someplace.

Lilly will be over soon and I’m so looking forward to seeing her, just hoping we will have somewhere to stay!

Finally, a couple of pics I took today in SL, been working on my house a lot and I think the new jail cell kicks ass.

Poor Pixie

Come to me girl


Nov 29 2008

Missing

Woke up this morning from a series of intermingled bad dreams, so many people, so many places, so many memories. Crying in my sleep and hard to hold it back now I’m awake.

I miss my baby.

I miss living for today and dreaming about tomorrow.

I miss riding shotgun with my hand on your lap.

I miss reading bedtime stories, pick two books.

I miss watching you sleep, your face next to mine when I wake.

I miss McClain and Tumwater, Pheonix and Jim.

I miss the stars on the ceiling.

I miss circle boy, hip cat, and the kitchen stink.

I miss hearing my name, I miss saying your’s more.

I miss Wendy’s and Denny’s and Happy Meals with you.

I miss my independance, my time and my space.

I miss talking to you on my smoke break.

I miss your eyes and your smell, your hair and your taste.

I miss holding hands, your touch, your embrace.

I miss PST, RTV and ABC 1560.

I miss remembering and not crying.

I miss my baby.