From the Other Side of the Galaxy

i should be grateful you with your 124 friends pay attention to me but these words i keep saying 36,000 and more days long they don't mean what i want them to mean appropriately you respond thank you it's not what i want but i can't ask for more

i have loved you too long

It's all a thing. Blank space, words. A little voice saying, "tuck your head down, just keep going." I have these thoughts still but no one to tell them to. I used to have poetry. I used to be young. I used to have a heart. Now I am bored to death.

I miss this space. So much better than that book with faces. Where you can't say anything. Where your friends aren't your brain's friends; they're just people you know.

What is the craziest dare you have ever taken?
To lick a dirty ashtray.

If you could get a free, unlimited supply of one food for life, what would you choose?
Ben & Jerry's Half Baked ice cream. Or possibly New York Super Fudge Chunk.

Which movie would you show to aliens to represent humans and human nature?
My very first thought was, no joke, Schindler's List. I bet that's a common answer.

If you could shrink any animal down to miniature size and carry it around in your pocket, which animal would you choose?
Battle Cat!

If someone insults you when you're walking down the street, what do you do?
Nothing then. Later, at home, probably cry about it.
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I just feel like hunkering down, waiting for these storms to pass. What storms? The ones from the west? No, no. Maybe. All the storms. I want to feel sunlight on my skin. Put my feet in warm sand. I want to hoard canned goods and staple-foods and hope that someday this all ends. I can't wait it out; can I?

I feel claustrophobic, or restless. I can't stand to be around other people. Everything smells too strongly, people talk too loudly. I feel resentful of these impositions. I want to be alone, somewhere spotlessly clean, where the only messes are my own. I want to be alone and free and subject only to my own will.

I love Brett Dennen's voice.

cook time: 35 minsservings: 8

With its rich maple flavor and coconut sweetness, this pie is bound to be everyone's new favorite Thanksgiving dessert. The chopped walnuts add just the right amount of nutty flavor, and the cinnamon-flavored whipped cream is the prefect finishing touch to this delectable pie. If you have a passion for pies, share some of your favorite recipes with other pie lovers.

Top ideas for dinner tonight:

•30-minute (or less) spring dinners
•Quick and easy chicken dishes
•Garden-fresh entrée salads
ingredients

2 eggs, slightly beaten
3/4 cup pure maple syrup or maple-flavored syrup
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/2 cup milk
1/2 cup butter, melted
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 cup flaked coconut
3/4 cup rolled oats
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
Pastry for Single-Crust Pie*
Cinnamon Whipped Cream (optional)

directions

1.Preheat oven to 375 degrees F. For filling: In a large bowl, combine eggs, maple syrup, granulated sugar, brown sugar, milk, butter, and vanilla. Stir in coconut, rolled oats, and walnuts. Pour filling into unbaked pastry shell
2.Bake for 35 to 40 minutes or until a knife inserted near the center of pie comes out clean.
3.Cool on a wire rack. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate within 2 hours. Store in the refrigerator for up to 2 days (do not freeze). If desired, serve with Cinnamon Whipped Cream.
4.Makes 8 servings
5.Cinnamon Whipped Cream: In a chilled medium bowl, combine 1 cup whipping cream, 2 tablespoons powdered sugar, 1 teaspoon vanilla, 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon, and dash ground nutmeg. Beat with chilled beaters of an electric mixer on medium speed until soft peaks form (tips curl).
6.*Note: Or, use a refrigerated piecrust, piecrust mix, or a deep-dish frozen pie shell.

I'm tired and feel like crying. Nothing is right. Everything is wrong. The ususal, the usual, the usual.

My eyes starting tearing the moment I read your message.

"I'm sorry. I forgot it's all about you. My mistake."

I cried all the way home. And it hurts. And I won't forget.

If I were a detective, who would be my arch nemesis? And -- how do I stay fashionable in the cold months.

These are thought-provoking questions, indeed.

I actually am not fashionable in any season. So there's that. I have never been fashionable.

I don't feel like thinking today. I feel grouchy and angry and a bit of a jerk. I want a hot chai tea and maybe a scone. I want want want. I'm tired of the news -- even NPR. I'm tired of politics, and caring what the hell happens, and I'm tired of money and work and global warming and people.

I will live in a cave with several cats. And visit my husband on weekends. Maybe.

My eyes hurt and my hair is a mess. What does anything matter? There are over 300 kittens and cats at the Humane Society in Reno awaiting homes. Forever homes. There are children without warm clothes and it's going to snow. I am tired. I am tired of worrying. But I know that won't change anything. I will worry; I will do my best to help. I will pick my battles, even when picking is so hard.

I could sleep for a hundred years.