December 11th, 2002

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What is this stuff?

In last night's desperation run for survival groceries, I made an impulse buy of Pop-Tarts™. Sure, I felt silly and a bit embarrassed by the time I pulled them from my bag at home, but nothing compared to the ominous curiosity and dread that crept in upon reading this phrase on the box top tonight:

BETTER
IF USED
BEFORE


"Used before"? "Used before"?!? What am I supposed to do with them other than eat them?

I fear my toaster pastries.
  • Current Mood
    scared scared
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The soft ache

There's an ache that happens, sometimes, and leaves me staring at my ceiling and noticing all the empty spaces. It's not the ache that cripples me, not the one that makes me never want to get out of bed. This is the soft ache, the one that reveals my longing for something more. Classical guitar is a near-perfect sountrack for this ache, observing the absence instead of trying to fill it. God placed this ache in me, and as the day quiets, I feel it now.
  • Current Music
    Billy McLaughlin, "Drift"