pass it on...

people rarely do nice things for each other anymore. well, except at christmas--and that is usually so over-the-top-goodwill-cheese that it makes me bitter.

Why such a change is here? What says you my love?

often times as a teacher i am asked to make decisions--split second decisions that will dramatically affect someone else's life or path forever. yesterday in my haste to make 20 people happy i sacrificed the feelings of one. one whom i love dearly. it is hard to know how to tell her that i couldn't be more sorry, that it was a hasty judgment, and that i wish it could have been different.
unfortunately i can't. i just wish she knew how sorry i am.


***last night I sat with a friend at a local coffee house and bitched about work and life in general. she has been put through the ringer and has just cause to complain. we cling to each other if, for nothing else, someone to say, we can make it through this shit.

i have been trying to get through a movie called waking life . it has an interesting concept, but i find myself opting for sleep instead of entertainment.

another weekend is here. why can't i be a cicada and just bury myself deep underground for seventeen years?