(Curious, an old live journal post.) Paige Skelly 11 November 2009 @...
Mother is almost fully moved out of the horrific hole in the wall we’ve- for three years now, called “Home.” Bumps in the scenic road right before the prize. Small print read - “All, please after the fall, do carry on. - “My name is Paige Skelly, and I am a famous actress.” Oh, Brooklyn. I turned my back on you I know, but who am I kidding? I don’t belong...
I don't know how I managed to deal with this obvious nervous breakdown without hospitalization. Mouse left for a cruise to the Caribbean earlier, I knew the sea would somehow too drag him under at just the perfect hour to slumber. My situational life right now and recent occurrences have been wild, surreal- we're always pinching each other...whoever the two of us may be at the moment, to make sure we're still awake. Honestly, I think the pinch trick wore off long ago. It's that much more confusing and unsteady for me do to the lack of physical, legal, society meet society happy happy! deal I...accomplish? I'm rambling. It's cold. Michael should be here soon.
MK: Hey what's up?
PS: A whole lot, but to look at me...well let's just say I just spent my last 8 dollars to get a cab here to Dunkin Doughnuts just to get Wi Fi so I could get my brain off my brain.
MK: We can talk.
PS: I don't like talking with you over the web though, you know that.
MK: I could come over.
MK: I'll be there soon.
And We Wonder