The Sunday Night Shitshow

  I took this picture in San Diego  San Diego San Diego…. Life back home in DC is giving me the blues.  Tomorrow, start time is 8am so that means I have to wake up around 6. Wtf.  So the weekly Sunday Night Bluesapalooza is in rare form.  It’s like Counting Crowes hit the stage…

In the Corner of Your Room, Can you Hear Me?

Here’s 2 new graphic creations for you to enjoy. “She thought she was dead” is a line from a poem I wrote years ago.  I came across it the other day while cleaning out my jeep, if that tells you what kind of organized life I live.   Upon discovery, I fell in love with this line. …

On 79sparrows and Blogging

90,833 hits Note to self:  PUBLISH this tonight I hate blogging, but I love writing.  When I’m “blogging,” I feel a pressure to live up to what I ASSUME and IMAGINE is of the readers satisfaction and liking, and in turn that stresses me out.   (Fellow bloggers:  Does this ever happen to you?)  I decide not…

From a Reader

TO:  79sparrows@gmail.com Date:  09/24/10 Hey Sparrows, I used to read your Xanga page when you blogged over there back when it was cool.  My sister told me you blog here now,  and to be honest I didnt know if I would read it.  No offense but your stuff used to depress the hell out of…

Free Advice: Monkey on My Back

 “All I wanted was to control you, myself and everything else.”– Quote on addiction To: 79sparrows@gmail.com I’m 32/f , residing in Pekin, Illinois.  Wouldn’t mind hearing your take on this: I’ve felt like shit ever since I can remember.  Amongst depression/anxiety, I also have struggled with addiction.  The past month has been the worst.  I’m…

September Changes Everything

Oh, September. I never really liked you. Summertime is never long enough.  For three measly months, we get fabulous heat, convertible weather, and an abundance of seafood.  The days are long with sunshine; lots of reasons to call out of work and sit by the pool.   I’m in love with summer because it was the…

Indroducing: Sexy Sundays

Hosted by:  79sparrows “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” in the words of Bono.    The problem with Sunday, is although it is  technically is part of the ‘weekend,’ it also prefaces Monday.   It is that part of the day that my mind wanders to ‘what will I be walking into tomorrow?’   It’s not like I work for Donald…

Top 10 things to avoid

 Email   Credit cards Busy stores – Super Walmarts, the mall during holiday season Getting out of bed before 7am Depression Toxic relationships Micro-managers College party spots – Arlington, Clarendon = frat boy/sorostitute hell Complacency All things which are uncomfortable to have in moderation.

After the “friends with benefits” are Gone

It has been 5 months or so since I engaged in sexytimes.   I like sex.  Just not so much that I’ll associate with the men with whom I used to have sexual relations.   These men were not “boyfriends,” just that old cliché’  known as  “friends with benefits.”  During my 20s, these faux relationships seemed worth it, since I didnt…

Alive

I wrote this poem several years ago.  It speaks volumes of  the mental state that year.  Are you breaking out Or are you checkin out Self destruction/Is passion misdirected Thats what its all about My walk’s uphill from here on out Energy burning inside of me I’ve got doubts/Tryin’ to let it out Drowning in…

more old poetry

  Weight Training “This is a giant block of whatever is most difficult for you to carry & trust me on this, you’ll carry it more times than you can count until you decide that’s exactly what you want to do most & then it won’t weigh a thing anymore. ”  http://www.storypeople.com I dream about…