8:56 p.m. - 2003-09-22
sewing machines
vent, just vent.
i hate the way the outer corners of my eyes wrinkle up when the sun hits them
i hate the feeling of my belly rolls positioning themselves as i sit on a cold, hard chair
i hate my sewing machine, circa 1979, for breaking down mid-sew
i hate the way i study or dont study for that matter
i hate the way i write because what i want to say never comes out right
i love the library for its vast array of interesting novels, chuck pulahnuik here, sylvia plath there
i love a good, smooth writing, ball point pen, especially when im trying to put the right thoughts into sentence form
i love a song that can really pull your brain out of your head and put it in someone elses so you can try and understand them
i love my sewing machine because it is one of my creative outlets
