Gianna's Droppings

The kitchen is the heart of the home, and so, before I leave to roam, I wash the dishes in the sink. My inanimate mind shrink.  Keeping things tidy is good for the heart,  like a glass of red wine, or dark chocolate, or looking at fine art. Nice and clean. You know what I mean? The name of the game is alleviation-- the tightness in my chest, my mind's nervous creations --  If you are your home, and your home is you, it becomes more obvious as to what you should do. Let's say at work, you're having trouble making good tips. Well, money is liquid, where does it fall from your lips? Its nickname isn't "porcelain throne" for nothing, Imagine an abudnace that suits a king. 

  “ Y ou’re still coming, right?”         Juliet released a deep sigh from her velour seat on the Peter Pan bus, simultanously trying to keep her mouth closed, lest she throw up. The sun was beating down on her through the window, and for every second of this bus ride, Juliet Whithers kicked herself for not choosing a seat on the other side of the aisle. She tried not to let the annoyance show in her voice when she replied to her sister: “Yes, Ava. I’ll be there.” She didn’t let the conversation go on for much longer after that, something she felt she earned through embarking on this tumultuous journey, thinking it would be best to save her energy for the evening. Juliet held her breath as her bus continued on its journey through the Lincoln Tunnel, and then she tried to let it go, because this was about shaking old habits, but a knot remained snug in her chest.       It was their parents’ joint birthday and everyone was getting older, a...

 The Pisces February 19th - March 20th Did you… mean to do that? Seriously, did you do that purpose? I’m asking. After a month of despair, you seem to have really gotten a hold on things. You really know what you’re doing! That is, until you’re asked a question or two. You know what you’re doing, as you’re doing it, and that’s… it. Try not to spend too much time around those who question your dazedness.  Avoidance is a common theme this month. When feeling prickly, let yourself bob away in the current… it doesn’t make sense to burn bridges, because if anything, that would just give your spot away. Is anyone even following you? You can only trust what you create: keep a notebook by your bedside.That dazedness? Let it wash over you. The closest thing to cold-blooded you can be is unmoving. After a month of turmoil, you seem to have really gotten a hold on things! Let yourself sit still. Look straight ahead when someone sits next to you.  It’s not up to you to figure o...

  Lux-rexia Wealthy Appetite I’ve always been taught that wasting food was a sin. As a kid, I was forced to finish my plate at dinner time, unless I wanted it served to me cold for breakfast the next day. It wasn’t that my parents wanted to force feed us, it was just that food costs money: money we didn’t have. So, if we didn’t have the money anymore, we may as well eat what the money bought. That’s all there was to do at that point, and that’s the case for plenty of underprivileged families… Everyone eats, whether it be out of necessity or indulgence. In terms of classism, when everything else in this world is divided up and given a “poor” connotation and a “rich” connotation, where does that leave food and groceries? Things are very different from when I was growing up and being fed by my parents, and by that I mean, now there are means by which the general population is in constant contact with celebrities and elites they idolize. Social media platforms, and I do mean all of the...

I'm off like a racehorse, finally free I finally have no place to be! But when I'm sick and slow again,  there's nobody's left to think about me.  And then I'm left alone in bed, it's all my fault I'm here again. No obligations, but also no plans. No dates, no excursions, no demands.  How high can I set my standards, before nobody can reach? and then I'm really all alone, at the bottom of the heap. 

 The Pisces February 19th - March 20th The month that you once anticipated to be life-changing, on the ups, a whirlwind, in actuality, ended up being disappointing, static, a flop. And you honestly felt like that, too, like a big half-dead fish. Cross-eyed and smelly, flopping desperately on the ground… Is it your own fault for letting your hopes rise too high, or are you being targeted? Be careful how you answer, because you are under scrutiny, like you suspected. Not everything is what it seems. Last month, you ended on a high. It seemed to you as though your luck would never run out, that it would carry over into April like it was nothing. Well, it was something…your cup hath runneth out. Where do you think all of that was coming from, anyways? It seems to me that you have some people to talk to, some work to do, some things to let happen to you. Don’t fight something because it is not in line with how you imagined it to play out; you deserve it.  Don’t continue to sit back...