Pot plant
Originally uploaded by AnnaAniston
Posted in Me on May 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Posted in Me on May 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Stalking notes I found in my bag
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Ok, so there I am in Grafton (city of love) and I get a knock on my motel room door. A young man asks me to tell him how the tv in the room works. I [...]
Posted in Love, Me, Poetry on May 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
What you gave up when you acted this way
Posted in Me on May 24, 2007 | 5 Comments »
Funny story. When I got this, the tattooist asked “so what is autonomy? The study of automobiles?”
Autonomous Blonde
Originally uploaded by AnnaAniston.
Posted in Mental Health on May 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Ok, my amazon books arrived, yaaaaay! I’m not yet ready to read
1 of: Loving Someone With Bipolar Disorder
Sold by: Amazon.com
Coz it reminds me of Kal.
Posted in Me on May 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Clarence river
Originally uploaded by AnnaAniston.
Grafton. Lovely place to breathe in air.
Posted in Love, Me, Pain on May 24, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
So while I am away, Kal emails me, then sms’s me, then calls me. We have a long and emotionless chat about things and moving forward. By the end, I don’t feel great, I don’t feel that things could be repaired, but I feel that one day in the future we could be friends again.
He [...]
Posted in Me on May 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Fwd: pics from the weekend
Originally uploaded by AnnaAniston.
2 weeks ago, the relationship was going OK. A bit draining, but manageable. Now, Kalypso is not happy.
In fact, he’s told me its over. There is no working it out. He doesn’t care to give me time. He [...]
Posted in Love, Me, Pain on May 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how
You told me you’d hold me
Until you died.
Well I’m still alive.
Posted in Love, Me, Pain on May 16, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I desperately want my thoughts and feelings to be special because I am cynical about the world in general. I have a pathological need to separate myself somehow, but a self-destructive knowledge that no separation is possible.
I want to keep it a secret to avoid comparisons, to avoid generality. But all I manage to avoid [...]