Tuesday, August 31, 2010
No More Milk
Longing for the day when I have a bit more stability.
For when that day comes....
I'll be finding me a dog.
&
I may just have to name him:
Beau.
For when that day comes....
I'll be finding me a dog.
&
I may just have to name him:
Beau.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Leaves of Grass
'Night of the south winds - night of the large few
stars!
Still nodding night - mad naked summer night.'
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
And Go -
phew!
Today was hot hot hot in the wee-lil-cafe.
could use an ice cold beer, or a high point.
so begins my 'weekend'
*squeal*
till the future, folks!
A trace, A mark
'Writing: a scrupulous attempt to preserve something, to make something last–plucking a few exact fragments from the deepening void, leaving somewhere or other a furrow, a trace, a mark, a few signs.'
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Mind
If I could combine/have the qualities of two different people;
my ideal combo would be:
with a dash of
just sayin'.
who would you have?
my ideal combo would be:
with a dash of
just sayin'.
who would you have?
Morning Oddity
As I've mentioned in previous posts...
Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. (or humming)
*Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.
last night,
it was:
it was:
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
bonjour
it's 8:31 in the A.M.
I'm getting ready for work and all I really want to do is
laze about in summer activities.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Take a Break
another week has slipped away,
but my 'weekend' has begun!
Two Day Summer To Do
(minus business tasks)
1. Outdoor Dining
2. Person Project
3. Photos
4. Cinema
5. Books, Crosswords, Champagne.
In Which I can Fully Relate:
'My increasingly high tolerance for pain has become a perk of this coffee shop job. I’ll accidentally grab a metal steam wand. I’ll spill a pitcher of boiling water on my leg. Coffee splashes out of the cups and onto my hands as I take them to the customer. We never scream. We grit our teeth and raise our eyebrows. We mouth “Fuck,” but only if we are behind the espresso machine and out of sight. We don’t drop what we are holding, even if it is what’s burning us. What I’m trying to say is, I think this will make childbirth bearable.
A good number of my friends have those “real jobs” everyone refers to with air-quotes. And while I understand that a “real job” means a job in which one can move up, or a job in which one is doing something that he or she has some interest in long-term pursuing, it still seems unfair, as if I wake up in the morning to serve invisible coffee to stuffed animals. Though at times my job seems unreal, or surreal, I’m pretty sure it is taking place in reality.'
Entire story Here.Yep-yep-yep.
(fixed link)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Take me Here
this photo makes me dream of the day when
waking to the smell of car exhaust no longer occurs.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
To Have & Have Not
"Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted." - Sylvia Plath
Saturday, August 14, 2010
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