last night at a co-workers house i watched her fiance light a pizza box on fire and throw it into the fireplace. the flames were magnificent and quickly turned the box to ashes. as i watched the box disintergrate piece by piece i imagined that box to be my fear; setting it on fire and watching it fade into existance.

i'm exhausted from worrying about the future and worrying that i'm not thin/beautiful/smart/sexy enough. today i am letting myself burn off. the hose sits freezing on the sidelines.

2006-01-14, 1:03 p.m.
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