You think that I forgot cause I'm not saying anything. But I'm thinking a lot. |
- Baby, what's with the Pinter pause?
- Don't call me baby. I hate it when you call me baby.
- Don't change the subject baby. What's with the Pinter pause?
- Excuse me?
&nb... Posted by Crystal on Thu, 28 Sep 2006 11:44:00 PST |
the sound of the wind through my bones makes me laugh at all the bodies I kissed and never knew |
ring RING ring RING.
fumble fumble fumble
ring RING
"OK, I HEAR YOU. I GET IT!"
fumble fumble
success. glare at phone and
speak.
"Hello?"
"Hel... Posted by Crystal on Mon, 27 Mar 2006 08:59:00 PST |
Tell the whole world, we're waiting. I'm taking my seat. Oh, oh, oh lucky me. |
Because every life event should contain as much humor/horror as possible, I present for your review:
Things you never want to hear discussed by your grandmother and uncle.
The Place: My grandparents' ... Posted by Crystal on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 10:38:00 PST |
Im just sad for myself because I know youre clear. But I would love it if you were here. |
For the past few years, every time I would visit Papa I found myself thinking the same thought over and over again.
How long is a day in the dark?
Or even an hour?
Papa had a har... Posted by Crystal on Mon, 27 Feb 2006 09:18:00 PST |
I lie in wait for the better part of the day. |
Playing the waiting game. Sometimes words fail me. I think I'll let Sarah Harmer do the talking for today.
She calls early in the morning about money that I might have spent.It's a classic case o... Posted by Crystal on Wed, 22 Feb 2006 08:57:00 PST |
There goes my hero, watch him as he goes. There goes my hero. He's ordinary. |
Dr. Seuss wrote a lovely little charmer entitled Please Try to Remember the First of Octember. If you haven't read it before, I highly recommend you give it a flip-through. For the purposes of this bl... Posted by Crystal on Mon, 20 Feb 2006 06:26:00 PST |
So you don't know where you're going, and you wanna talk. |
Rain pounds angrily from the dark July night sky, falling against my windowpane, rousing me from unrestful sleep. In a fit of inspiration, I moved my bed next to the window in quiet hope that one day ... Posted by Crystal on Thu, 16 Feb 2006 08:41:00 PST |
And it's a sad sad world when a girl will break a boy just because she can. |
I get hit on rather a lot. Perhaps it's the glasses. Perhaps it's the rhetoric. Perhaps it's the fact that I will talk to a brick wall until a) it tells me to shut up; or b) it crumbles. Really, there... Posted by Crystal on Wed, 15 Feb 2006 10:24:00 PST |
Is this real cause I feel fake. Oprah Winfrey, Rikki Lake teach me things I don't need to know. |
Five things you dont know about me:
-- I pushed my brother in front of a moving car when I was 6. Even though he told me to do it, he talks about it incessantly as the time Crystal tried to k... Posted by Crystal on Mon, 13 Feb 2006 09:11:00 PST |
They're all looking for hits. I'd rather lay on the hood of an old car. |
I make stupid choices every day. Each stupid choice seems worse than the last stupid choice. Some stupid choices are small and inconsequential, some stupid choices are huge and require damage control.... Posted by Crystal on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 12:07:00 PST |