I finally posted my blog on the clairemulkieran.com web site. It’s a lame web site, as far as those things go. I don’t have time to invest in designing a web site and programming all sorts of snazzy Flash doo-dads. So I ported my existing blog from PaganCentric over to the new domain, and picked [...]

Aggie and Kim came over tonight. We popped some popcorn, kicked back with some Samuel Adams (the only beer besides Icehouse that I like), and watched Van Helsing. I suspect they just love me because I have a 55” plasma television and Bose surround sound speakers. Makes for a nice way to watch a DVD. [...]

Okay. So my friend, Victoria, sent me a quiz. And, well, I filled it out. So there. >> dazzle me with thy witty responses, wench. Wench? I’m not a wench. I’m a screwdriver. 1. FIRST NAME? Claire 2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? I dunno. Someone named Claire, I imagine. My middle name is Maureen, [...]

I shouldn’t write when I’m high. But I feel so good. Hopeful. Feel like I have a big, stupid grin on my face. Every sense is alive and raw. On a hair trigger. I’d like to be naked, have someone teasing across my skin with a feather. Or just blowing softly on the nape of [...]

I guess it’s Saturday. But I haven’t gone to bed. So it’s Friday. So there. Claire declares it. I’m sort of drunk. Sort of stoned. Sort of high. I don’t do much in the way of chemicals. Yo uknow me. Well, coffee. Does that count? A dear neglected friend came by and drug me out [...]

I woke up to an empty house this morning. I had stumbled half-awake into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee, and was just staring at the drip when that little voice in my head started telling me that it was quite possible something was amiss. I wasn’t at full power yet. Not [...]

I have heard the voices the soft, numbing anger that tears at my skin from the inside. If I slash my wrists will this rage seep out and leave my final breath free of its poison? But I am weak and full of empty bravado, and won’t have the courage to make the needed cut [...]