A fantastic entrance

 Candles lit the corners on the large table in the front of the church. Sixty foot tall Mary and Jesus reining their glass-coloured light on all the pews. Dust rose from any movements towards the enigmatic shrine. Close enough to see the horrible detail, disturbing thoughts conjure. An innocent virgin body, draped over the table, ensanguined in her Sunday's best. Victim of some gruesome plot, or tale of love and despair? 

Book #1: Slaughterhouse 5

I put these flowers I found on the book 'cause they were nearly the same color.

The first book in an attempt to read 12 of the classics I should have already read, in 12 months.
So far, it reads like I'm sitting there listening to an old man talk, uninterrupted and still interesting. Some of the descriptions have been really good so far.

A Plan

I know I'm bad at keeping up with all my blogs. These few words are mostly for my own amusement but lately I've been working on very uplifting creative projects and it has inspired me to keep up with reading and writing on my own time much more frequently. Thusly, I decided to make a year long list of 12 books to read. One per month, should be fun. I would love if my boyfriend would read them along with me, but some he might opt out of. I even want to push myself to read other things and novels besides what is on my list. I started this month, even thought the month is halfway over. I created the list by thinking of literature that is considered 'classic' or 'must-read' and which ones I haven't read, and should. So this is my plan:
March: Slaughterhouse 5
April: Frankenstein
May: The Hobbit
June:The Great Gatsby
July: Great Expectations
August:1984
September:Othello
October: The Epic of Gilgamesh
November: The Iliad (re-reading.)
December: Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
January: Leaves of Grass
February: Heart of Darkness

In this fashion, I intend to keep my notes of what I'm reading on my blogs and keep myself interested by making more lists, once I'm halfway through. Any suggestions for the next year?
Any comments on the books I'm about to read?

I know I love him I think I need him

If I could have this life my way
alone the two of us, every day
I'd be happy as long as he'd stay.
Alone I feared that I would die
But he's perfect, and he's mine.
I constantly want him by my side,
And I cry when he leaves, every time.
I need him more than I can know
But I can't show how much I know
He's the one for me, all I need.

privacy matters.

I always thought I was a very hospitable hostess. But recently perhaps Ive been longing for some time to myself or with my girls a quiet one on one hangout that I miss. But Nonetheless I've been repeatedly annoyed by a roommate bringing people over and interrupting my day- the whole day.
Maybe I'm being a bitch because Marty seemed to be generally inclined towards the strangers. But it felt wrong to me to have people imposing on my scheduele and life,uninvited and inconsiderate. Feels wrong. I dislike having people in the middle of my house, or living area whom I do not want to hang out with.
I feel like I need to loosen up and brighten up but I'm so grouchy and needy lately, I'm wondering if theres not something wrong with my brain.

And I was not rude and I allow these people to walk through my house like some sort of breezy uninhabited thoroughfare. Why do I allow it? Why do I say nothing when they take my M&M's. Why can't they be loud and cold and busy in their own living places. Why are they festering in my brain this long?

Supererogatory.

Not really, actually this post has fallen ten miles short of what I wished.
I got bumped offline and it hadn't saved my poem I was writing.
Now I'm pouty.

Just the other morning.

Shades drawn, sun breaks through on my skin
warm, sun lovin warm middle of november morning
door opens a rush of cold sweeps through flesh to bone
I look at the sky. shake fist in frenzied chill. False advertising.