So much for the past year.
Longing
Boo.If I update, it's a miracle.
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InterwinedTiny fragments are ripping, tearing, echoing around me. No breath, I can’t tell if I’m upright or not. Everything’s moving too quickly. Pushing, pulling, the air leaves paper cuts. The wind tightens the ropes splintering them until I’m free, grasping a single thread, twirling in the sharp wind.Interwined
by ~chezziepoo
Hummer: Like Nothing ElseHummer: Like Nothing Else The phone rang; once, twice… the machine clicked on. “Hi, you’ve reached the Andersons! We’re unavailable to come to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and number, we’ll get to you, lickity-split!” squeaked a perky voice, promptly followed by the mundane beep. A man cleared his throat, and with a heavy southern accent said, “Mrs. Anderson, this is Spence from Rappahannock Motors, calling to let you know that your car’s ready for pick-up whenever you are. Have a good weekend.” Back in the master bedroom, a woman was watcHummer: Like Nothing Else
by ~chezziepoo
Orion's BeltOrion’s Belt Lying on the side of the road, my car flipped upside down in a grassy road median, I wish I had studied the night sky more when I was younger. I know there are winter skies and summer skies, but I’m at a loss about spring or fall. I stare up at the whatever-the-fuck-season sky, my vision clearer than ever before, and can’t find Orion. He’s the easiest to find, and I know he’s in the winter sky or, at least, I think he is.Orion's Belt
A flashlight shines over my eyes. I turn away, the blotches covering stars
by ~chezziepoo
Time OutTime Out I walk into the café. Every male head turns towards me as I saunter over to the counter to order my overpriced Starbucks coffee, my heels making soft clicks on the tiled floor. I reach into my tiny Coach purse, fire-red acrylic nails clicking on everything they touch as I look for my credit card. After paying, I push my long brown locks from my face, and wink seductively at the man behind the counter. Ok, that’s how I would have entered had it been seven years ago. Instead, my five-year-old son drags me inside, making me trip over my own feet, frizzy hair bTime Out
by ~chezziepoo
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UnconvincedLooking now, you seem out of place Looking now to see what I could erase The weariness from my eyes And the sadness across your faceUnconvinced
Ever the one to be scared of being alone I promised myself I'd never let go Thats why I made myself believe That you were all I'd ever need
In hindsight, I never thought I was lying Never thought I was the reason we're dying But now its all quite clear In the driver's seat, it is I who steer
Ever the one to be scared of being alone I promised myself I'd never let go Thats why I made myself believe That
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- Current Residence: Woodbridge, VA
- Interests: swimming, field hockey, most music, sleeping.
- Favourite movie: Fight Club, Eddie Izzard - Dress to kill, Boondock Saints, Finding Nemo
- Favourite band or musician: Blink182, Yellowcard, No Use for a Name, Mest, Sugarcult, New Found Glory
- MP3 player of choice: My beautiful iPod named Bitch. =D
- Wallpaper of choice: a LOLcat.
- Favourite game: Football to watch.
- Favourite cartoon character: Harvey Birdman
- Personal Quote: Fucking Hell.
- Website: http://www.twitter.com/LauraGuthrie
- Email: lguth1oh@gmail.com
- AIM: LauraOWNSMark
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