ALONE

Perpetual determination
for
non-afilliation.

Solo,
never with a band.

I have two if I
ever need to
hold a hand.

I
WANT
TO
BE
ALONE
.

August

Dang Summertime.
So many
holidays.
We're raised
to see and feel
summer
like a big, extended
holiday.
So many
designated
officially special days.
And then...

August.
No holidays in
August.
All you feel in
August
is the dread
of the cold
that follows
September.

So you burn
as bright as the
sun.
Make summer last.
Make it last beyond
August.

Inevitable

It was bound to happen
There's one in every crowd
I can only take so much
Before the volume gets too loud

I know the rules and break them
Just because it can be done
As if this time it's somehow different
and the wake is worth the fun

I toy with the fire
As if it can be managed
Don't expect a scar
or any need for a bandage

But this will go away
Add it to my list
Get me back alone again
Don't even bother,
I insist.

Word of the Day for Thursday, July 2, 2009

vagary \VAY-guh-ree; vuh-GER-ee\, noun:

An extravagant, erratic, or unpredictable notion, action, or occurrence.

"Her words are a dreadful reminder that much of life's consequences are resultant of vagary and caprice, dictated by the tragedy of the ill-considered action, the irrevocable misstep, the irrevocable moment in which a terrible wrong can seem the only right."
-- Rosemary Mahoney, "Acts of Mercy?", New York Times, September 13, 1998

Alexander Hamilton

"Experience is the oracle of truth; and where its responses are unequivocal, they ought to be conclusive and sacred."
Alexander Hamilton and Alexander Hamilton, Federalist No. 20, December 11, 1787

Three Sets

Monday, June 22

I'd like to think I'm a three-setter.

(this is a tennis analogy)

Maria Sharapova has been a three-set player since she's been back from her ten-month hiatus from the sport recovering from shoulder surgery.

She went from being unseeded at the French to seeded 24th here at Wimbledon. Her pattern in this time has been to lose the first set, and then remember that she's Maria Sharapova and starts playing like it. Then, her opponent remembers she's Maria Sharapova and gets intimidated and starts playing like it.

Then the grunts get louder.

Then come the fist pumps and the

"COME ON"s.

Maybe I'm a three-setter. Life, you're about to remember that I'm Haylee Slaughter and I'm going to start playing to my ability and win the match in three.

Friday, June 26

Well, um, Maria lost in the second round to some no-name.

At least it took three sets.

Bait

I am bait on a hook,
hanging out to die.
To be consumed
by another,
bigger creature,
who will in turn
be consumed,
by another,
bigger creature.
The one who devours me,
alive or dead,
is doomed
For thinking I'm for real,
no strings attached,
Not counting the
consequences.
But
each is blessed with
ignorance.
It's not about the fish;
It's about the worm.

June

The first June post! Oooooohhhhh!

Save it.

Going to Atlanta tomorrow. Riding with Gage. I love that guy so much. I hope when we're old we can still hang out and sit on the couch and watch tv and eat cereal out of the box together. I hope his wife won't mind.

Oh, life.

Look around. Are you satisfied? I'm not.

So what? Do something? Hmmm, interesting concept. You read about it in Oprah magazine all the time (in someone else's bathroom of course).

Let me start by going to sleep.