monologue at 3 a.m.

i have been one acquainted with the night...

name:robin    residence: dayton, ohio, united states
et cetera

Monday, January 31, 2005

retraction it hasn't been two days. so sue me. i was reading lana's blog and felt inspired to post some poetry myself. have no worries though. i wrote neither of these.

The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake ->

Not Waving But Drowning by Stevie Smith ->

hear ye, hear ye

this is my "official" notice that there will be no updates made to this blog for a least the next two days. perhaps one will appear sometime wednesday evening. until then have a lovely day, enjoy life, etc. i'm off to go find a place to sleep...

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

I would just like to take a moment to say...

I think I may start up a category or two on here for my posts. Props to dooce for the notion. Posts will neither be filed according to category nor will all posts fall under a category. This is just so there will be some sort of organization among all the random things I have to say. Then you will have a better idea of what to expect as far as post content goes also. At least I think you will. So without further ado...onto the point. *ahem*

I saw leg warmers for Wal-Mart. They were attached to a pair of jeans in the juniors department. Aparently they were some sort of bonus when you purchased that style of jeans. But good grief! LEG WARMERS?!?!? What is the world coming to? Run for the hills people....I think the 80's are making a comeback.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

I would just like to take a moment to say...


Monday, January 10, 2005

to hear her laugh

these can be dark days. sometimes the darkness can be so oppressive...and so close. so close it steals your very breath away. there are no words to describe it. no form of language can relate what you feel or the pain you have seen. and it seems you can do nothing; nothing to ease the hurt or to comfort the tattered heart, nothing but watch and pray that in due time the wounds can heal and that wholeness isn't beyond reach. but you aren't sure of what lies ahead and you wonder if it really will be ok someday. part of you doubts it ever will. and then you hear her laughter again. you see a smile light the shadowed corners of her eyes. though it was only for a moment, you could see hope. not much...but enough. you try to cling to that so hard. you fear if you don't she might not either. someone has to remember to hope; hope that she will stop blaming herself, that she knows how much she is loved, that god is in this mess somewhere and that one day we can see it.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

happy new year?

Four days ago I tried to write a nice little happy post to publish on my blog. You know, for new year's and all. But let's face it that was not going to happen. I thought maybe I could start the year off with a post and hopefully upgrade to making daily installations here in blogland. Nope. That poor ambition didn't have a chance. I'm sure all of you could have told me that from the beginning, couldn't you? Ah well. So much for that notion. On to other things...

Classes started up at good ol' WSU this past Monday. I'm taking sociology, short story writing, Latin 2, and literary study. Woo-hoo! Some of the short stories may venture on here a time or two. Other than that you probably won't here much more about school from me. Not unless something interesting and nonacademic happens. Then I will attempt to share the tale of some entertaining college mishap.

Nothing much has been going on at the cafe lately. At least no bloodshed or fire. The eleventh we have to take inventory. It starts at 6 a.m. As discouraging as that sounds, it does mean I get to come home earlier in the afternoon so it shouldn't be all that bad. Plus I get to bust out what has been affectionately deemed my "camel coat." Most people have seen it at least once. I wore it most of last winter and the winter before that. It's a huge tan furry thing that appears to eat me alive whenever I wear it. It's the hood that earns it the name though. The hood on this coat is oversized and floppy. One of those that when you put it on your head vanishes. It just gets sucked into the mass of fuzziness along with the rest of your torso. Why am I recounting the idiosyncrasies of said monstrous coat? Because the majority of our inventory is in the freezer. By golly I may not look cute, but I will be warm.

Aside from that there's not much left to say really...