Comments on: What happens when it’s over?

By: Whitney

Whitney — Sun, 11 Jan 2009 00:28:09 +0000

*hug* That's all I can think of to do. I thought of you today. I was reorganizing my library and I found three different pictures of me and my best friend who divorced me. It's been two years and I can't put them away. I love her too much. I keep thinking that one day, she'll come back to me. And even though I'm angry and confused, I want to take her back and pretend it didn't happen. It hurts, but you have so many people that love you. We'll all be here for you and maybe, just maybe, we can make up the hole he left. Last blog post from Whitney - Less profound as I age?

By: Elwood

Elwood — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 23:29:07 +0000

A picture postcard
A folded stub
A program of the play

File away
The photographs
Of your holiday

And your momentos
Will turn to dust
But that’s the price you pay

For every year’s
A souvenir
That slowly fades away
–Billy Joel

Last blog post from Elwood – …All the Pieces Matter

By: Jeffrey

Jeffrey — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 19:16:42 +0000

Vincent: I ain’t saying it’s right. But you’re saying a foot massage don’t mean nothing, and I’m saying it does. Now look, I’ve given a million ladies a million foot massages, and they all meant something. We act like they don’t, but they do, and that’s what’s so fucking cool about them. There’s a sensuous thing going on where you don’t talk about it, but you know it, she knows it, fucking Marsellus knew it, and Antoine should have fucking better known better. I mean, that’s his fucking wife, man, he ain’t have no sense of humor about that shit. You know what I’m saying?
Jules: That’s an interesting point.

By: Heather

Heather — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 17:03:08 +0000

I often think of our hearts as hotels, with rooms tailor-made for each of the people who visit our lives. Sometimes the rooms are kind of generic, for the transients - a coworker who liked your shoes one day, the guy who lets you go ahead of him in the grocery line when you've got a loaf of bread and he has 2 carts full - but then there are the rooms that clearly belong to one person. The room is theirs, whether they are currently inhabiting it or not. Pictures of them are on the walls; the linens are their favorite colors. So what do you do when they vacate the premises? You can go in and visit their memories, or you can shut the door. You can go in and tidy up, keep the room ready for them, or you can let the cobwebs build up. Whatever you do though, that room is theirs, and no one else can or should belong in it. Close the door, but don't change the locks. Visit the people who are still there, make up new rooms for new people, spruce up ones that may have been vacant too long. You'll get through this. Last blog post from Heather - When Fiction Attacks!