I never get used to the faces--wide-eyed and full of possibility--staring bad at me.
Silence has built walls, walls that I attempt to break by pedaling faster, only to be imprisoned a hundred feet down the road.
Variety may be the spice of life, but consistency pays the bills.
My discontent has accumulated over the past months, searching for a leak in the dam I’ve constructed to separate my true feelings from the situation closing in around me.
Word has traveled quickly that just because you're on island doesn't mean you have to be stranded---as long as you have cash.
There's nothing like an orgasm to make a person think--and more often than not, to think too much.
There's nothing like an orgasm to force a person to think--and more often than not, to think too much.
I'm learning quickly, once you quit one thing, it gets easier and easier just to leave situations rather than deal with shit.
Questions from earlier circle like buzzards. Am I running away or moving forward?
Cause and effect are rarely directly related. Justice has a mind of her own.
t may not be the life you imagined, but it’s your life. You came here for a reason. Is it time for you to go and begin again?
I am Trella the victorious leader of the Force of Sheep rebellion. Yes the name sounds ridiculous, and I still can't believe we named a major life changing event after livestock—or actually a stuffed animal—but it made sense at the time.
Maybe winning isn’t everything. One just needs to hedge the bet and minimize the risk.
Satisfaction is a powerful sleep aid, and after the day I had yesterday, how could I not be content? Uncertainty has returned to my life, and I welcome the possibilities.
What you see is what you get. The island is imaginative enough. Creativity don’t need to be wasted on naming things.
Time is the only thing that will heal this, and even that will only lessen the grief. There’s nowhere left to run; nowhere left to hide.
