just your average 20 something..
lost in a world of heroines tangled in dysfunction, improbable heros with terrible hair && a taste for the criminal.. or maybe the insane.
I couldn't paint you a picture.. so I wrote you this song...
&& it's time to face the evening with a little bravery and some strength...
life has a way of picking you up so high that you feel as if playing you're hopscotch in heaven one moment && the next you're caught in a whirlwind of fire && brimstone..
the sheets were frigid as I climbed into bed. your voice haunting.. every word you said. here I lie in the lonely dark. hoping one day our love will spark..
the moment I stop looking is when you'll walk through my door...
all the things that used to come easily... no longer do. && everything I struggled with fell into place. growing up is hard to do..
life is the support of great friends && a never wavering family.. life is a slew of mistakes we call experience.. life is the unconditional love of another..
I can almost feel your heartbeat.. like an ominous lone drum. my body dances to the beat. && my heart strings begin to strum..
I'm here.. waiting.. right next to the phone.. I jump out of my seat every time it rings.. hoping, praying.. that just once.. it will be you..
dream a little dream my love. dream a little dream of me..
there was a moment in time where I rolled over in this huge bed... and you were there. all that's left is an empty space where my love used to lay..
in this moment.. I am painfully aware the that man I love is in the arms of another. my body aches for him. my mind wanders over thoughts of the times we had together.
looking back on old love.. or a magnification of feelings that were never really there..
forever is a lifetime of nows. -Emily Dickinson.
as my parents get older, they act more like 16 year olds than 60 year olds..
laughter with random strangers is the best kind..
the stockings were hung by the chimney with care. in the hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there..
2 semesters of college doesn't make you intelligent. especially when you use "big" words incorrectly..
every morning. I listen to news radio on my way to work. it often shocks me how cruel and heartless humans can be to one another..
apparently if you wear an elf hat you are hilarious!. I didn't know being funny was so easy!.
it should be a great day.. but the work week looms like a dark cloud ruining any prospects of enjoyment..
debate at work.. is it thesauruses or thesauri. both options sound like dinosaurs to me..
I don't have all the answers.. I don't pretend to.. but that doesn't stop me from asking all the questions..
&& when words meet heartbeats.. baby, you'll know. - parachute.
sometimes the very best things you find are what you never even knew you were looking for in the first place..
bitter cold weather. wrap up in a winter coat. happy holidays..
my greatest adversary on the dreaded day one of the work week, the alarm clock. blast you, beeping box of time!.
he's nestled his cute little kitty body around my head && fallen asleep. to the untrained eye it looks like I have a hat made of cat..
the best entertainment on the planet. watching my kitty play with window blinds..
there's nothing I wouldn't do for the family I chose..
the holiday season is the time of year to cover otherwise ugly or unnecessary items in shiny bows, tinsel, && lights..
let's not confuse this for something it's not.. I love my parents. they are lovely people. but I am immensely overjoyed that we no longer share the same living quarters. I would go completely insane..