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Let it fall

The Beast Girl — Thu, 02 Apr 2009 03:50:03 +0000

I spoke with a friend today. She is new, a new friend. The only thing I’ve known of her has been formal or written, nothing personal or face to face. Not until today. I really enjoy talking to her. She makes me laugh. She is funny, intelligent, driven, hard-working, honest and blunt … my kind of girl! Just now, I started thinking about her again. Our conversation. I am very sad. I think about her family, what she shared with me, what she expressed, it seems fine in her world. Okay to continue to exist in that state. I value my family more than anything in the world. I don’t know that I could express the love I feel for them; it is so deep it is painful. I have no ability to define or develop that feeling. I wish that my new friend could feel that. I don’t know if she does. Do you? I want you to know it. Feel it. Live it. Find a way. I don’t know if you know what you are missing. You probably do but how would I know? I don’t know you well at all. You don’t know me. I have no place in your life, no grounds for speaking up. But I know: They are broken, just like you. Trying hard to be the best but not able to rise to the expectation or succumb to their desire to know you more. It’s a pride thing, a pain thing. I know they want it. There is no way they can’t. Reach out.

Be the one to break, step out of rhythm and crease the fold.

Strange dream

The Beast Girl — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 15:54:19 +0000

You will be one of two things: 1. Weirded out. 2. Flattered.

Last night I had a long dream that I do not remember much of, except that I went to visit Kristy. That’s right you. A blogger, a virtual friend. Kristy.

I flew in and we went to your house. Your mom was quite nice. We went to your school (you were in school) which was a combination university type and technical college for hair design. I met a friend of yours and the three of us sat on the steps of school chatting. It was nightish (possibly twilight?!). Then you took me back to the airport. From there I went to Mexico. But this was another dream, one without you in it. Sorry …

The end.

I know, right?!

The Beast Girl — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 16:41:23 +0000

Okay. I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY want a dog. Like sooo bad. I just realized that I have lived with a fury friend up until college. The love of my life is back home with my parents (Moose). The last two and hef years I’ve been at this house I could not even entertain the idea of getting a dog. The lords of this land say NO. Well I say BOO. I intend to move at the end of this lease (SOON!) and henceforth, own a dog. WHOOP.

When I get a doegie I hope to get one of these below. They are beast (both meanings … big and awesome). I shall get a male and name him Trigger. Trig for short.

Bernese Mountain Dog	Australian Shepherd

Definition friendship

The Beast Girl — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 17:09:25 +0000

How would you define “best friends”?

Complete this sentence: A best friend is someone ___________ .

Or, if you are feeling extra creative, just free form it.

FBOOK: a place of solice, refuge and rage.

The Beast Girl — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 18:16:03 +0000

One of my favorite past times is stalking people on FBOOK. I find it therapeutic (mmm … or detrimental to my mental health). The best people to stalk are the ones you are aquanaut with, maybe from high school, college or maybe they are people you were once close to but are no longer on the in-side of the circle. These are people that you don’t, can’t or won’t talk to but still enjoy, revel or take great pleasure in reading up on their menial lives.

My recent stalk is a boy I once knew. I say that like it’s been years but it’s only been 28 days. He has made it clear that he does not have the time to invest in a relationship, of any kind. Requested my friendship he did, then refused to invest the time of day. Now, given, he is quite busy and stressed and I have fully accepted he is not in a good place and should not be in a romantic relationship. Fine. However, as I was performing my daily stalking rituals, I saw one of his girl friends posted on his wall saying how fun it was to see him this past weekend. Funny. Huh…he must have found time for his other friends. He goes out on the weekends regularly but could not spend an hour to talk face-to-face two weeks ago and address our friendship, or lack there of when HE was the one who wanted a friend. I’m sorry. This FBOOK stalker bitch ain’t no one way friend.

If you’re on your knees begging, remember this: you gotta give to receive.

Don’t Bother

The Beast Girl — Thu, 01 May 2008 00:30:04 +0000

what sentence
blurted from your mouth
with out the familiar
residual stain

whispers off your lips
float on the breeze
carried down wind
heard in solemn silence

call me friend
i’ll be as none before
extending loyalty
and grace to you

distance stands
between our eyes

we are what we are
we are what we will be
don’t bother changing
it might be too risky

Love’s Here Waiting

The Beast Girl — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 00:28:51 +0000

Hey there friend
I can see your pain
Do you know
That I am here
You are loved
And you are wanted
Not a stranger
In the night

[chorus]

We are all here changing
Just trying to survive
Know that love’s here waiting
Hoping to revive, you

Hey there friend
Keep me close
Don’t you dare
Push away
Sorrows won’t
Be overcome
Overnight
Or on your own

[chorus]

Hey there friend
It is never easy
Tricks are played
On our minds
(but) Come morning
It will reveal
The light of joy
And hope of day

[chorus]

Hey there friend
Don’t fall quiet
I can see
What is underneath
You are strong
And you are mighty
Reach inside you
And believe

We are all here changing
Progress with each strive
Know that love’s right here waiting
Knowing you’ll survive, too