i wish i could tell you everything.
i truly wish i could share with you all i'm consdering, all i'm processing, all i'm weeding through in my mind and spirit right now.
i wish i could convey the craving for one of my mother's lemon bars.
i cry almost every day.
i wish i could express how sarah palin makes me feel so dirty. how appalled i am that americans believe that it's okay for a potential president of the united states to say she's working for all the "joe six packs and hockey moms" of the world.
i wish i could tell you all the mistakes my family has made and how we love each other anyway.
i wish i could play the piano.
i wish i could describe my innate intuition towards all things adulterous.
i wish i could explain how much i love alanis morisette.
i would tell you how a bubble bath even without the bubbles is sufficiently soothing as the steaming hot water numbs my body and calms my mind.
i would whisper who has a lump on her breast and who's sleeping with his secretary and who's not sleeping at all.
oh me. the last one's me.
i hate october.
i would tell you why but no one seems to think it's very polite to air one's dirty laundry. and the pile in my bedroom is now up past my shoulders. i'm not kidding! maybe i will do laundry tomorrow.
perhaps that's why i love halloween. it falls at the end of october, so there's a constant sense of spiraling to the end. of braving the month and finally caving into coping, into pretending you're someone you're not... rainbow brite, tinkerbell, batgirl.
i wish i could tell you, blog, who i'm not.
i wish i could tell you who i am.