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ticket for one. one-way.

Well, what are you waiting for?
I don't know. Something amazing, I guess.
--The Incredibles

Waiting.
For what?
The midnight bus ride out of town? For the bus to hit you?
We're all waiting for that moment, but we all know the bus never comes on-time anyway and the chance of failing breaks are slim. Then you have the ambulance coming to rescue you. Then what?
Yeah, then what...

Old Xanga...justkeepswimmin480

Reading the blogs of my past mind, I find myself less artistic, more logical and explainitory of feelings, emotions. What has happened to that girl? The one who just wrote what came to mind, no long drawn out post. She must be less innocent, shattered, beaten, meaded. She must have more cracks held together with glue, a heart beating slower and slower. Her face must be drained and pale, eyes drooping with less awe of the world. I loved the girl of the past, she was so content with what this life would bring, and now look at her.

Don't say poor girl.
Say get up girl.
No, not a girl. She's a woman.
Right?

everybody poops.

This was a post written on my favorite website of secret friends.

It's going to change my internal life, and make me so much happier.




cantforgetit wrote:
I used to have "performance anxiety" when it came to pooping in public bathrooms as well! However, a semester of commuting to college for sometimes 9 hour days forced me to do it from time to time. Here's what I do:
1. Get a wad of toilet paper and wipe seat off.
2. Cover the seat with several layers of paper.
3. Get another good size wad of toilet paper and put it directly in toilet.
4. Poop.

#3 helps because it greatly reduces the chances of the nasty public toilet water spla

shing back up on you, AND it reduces noise (in the case that you're embarrassed about the "plopping," so to speak).

& it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

& remember you only live once
so take this as your cue.
i don't apologize for this life
do you see, theres a hue of blue.

i couldn't love you the same way.

Love taught me I could have feelings I never felt before.
Losing taught me to hold on to something good if I find it.
Living taught me to never regret anything because at that very moment,

I wanted it