Loveshack, baby, loveshack.

So last night was a hoot and a half. I sang (horribly), I danced (whorely), met some new friends. It was just what the doctor ordered to blow off some steam. Justin & Cari know some good people, that's for sure.

I heart this movie.

Mom's going in for an MRI tomorrow night, then the biopsy's been scheduled for the 7th. She still hasn't decided what she's going to do yet. I think i'm going to hold off on any emotional response until she gets the results.

One of a Thousand

Crackling static dribbles from the stereo speakers;
the crashing wind screams and freezes through the cracked window
as I slice through the night on burning rubber.
The lights of the city glow like embers against the twilight sky behind me.
My slick palms grip the wheel, knuckles white and aching.
Every piece of me is throbbing, exhaling, humming, singing.
Laughter is pressed against my lips,
my tongue rolling against my teeth in a silent grin.
I cannot keep still the thoughts and fantasies that hopscotch through my mind,
the daydreams and longings that pierce this newly unlocked vault that is my heart,
my soul.
Even as my shoe mashes the iron pedal against the synthetic floor
I feel myself drifting, floating, sailing slowly and steadily
towards a place I feel safe, towards a place I feel normal again.
To you.

This is but one memory of a thousand
which would that I could be rid of.
Only one of a thousand sleepless nights remembering rememberings
which I only wish to forget.