i dreamt i saw you walking
up a hillside in the snow
casting shadows on the winter sky
as you stood there counting crows
one for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls, and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold, and
seven for a secret never to be told

there's a bird that nests inside you
sleeping underneath your skin
when you open up your wings to speak
i wish you'd let me in

from "a murder of one" ~ counting crows
what the fuck?

Welcome to Friday, boy. Bend over.


i don't think today could have had more go wrong. i have one friend who's wife is in jail on some random stop-and-run-you-for-looking-suspicious BS and another friend's boyfriend in another jail on some weird BS and my kid is making up fantastic stories of an imaginary friend who just happens to have the name and face of another friend.


Angel isn't home and Ronica is at Myste's and i feel useless and horrible, like a failed mother. my kid lies like Matilda on The Professional with an offhand nonchalance and almost boredom and an occasional moment of wide-eyed daring. and it's just as outlandish.


i don't know what to do. all of this happens today. she missed school yesterday for a neck injury and had to picked up from school today for the same. what is happening to the world? i don't want to be here anymore. i want to be somewhere else. i want to know that bad things can happen and some times are tough but nothing like this. i spent another day reading local news stations and come home to this.


3 dollars in bail money raised

confessed on Friday, Apr. 22, 2005