Wednesday, December 28, 2011


Sometimes things spill...and you don't know when it happened or even how it happened or what caused it, but you still have to clean it up. And sometimes.... that's okay--even if there is no equilibrium between the amount of soup and the size of your paper towel so you end up getting it on your fingers, because, I mean, it's just soup, right?




I've never been asked by someone to a dance before, so please forgive me if I do some( )thing(s) without a whole lot of tact.



But if I asked you to pray for me, it would be because right now I feel just politely subdued and kind of nothing else.


I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and that you all will have a Happy New Year as well.

My dog, Hook, says hi.


Please pray for my dad. His dad died on Christmas Eve.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011


Wow Guys.

One Hundred.

Breathe In Breathe Out.

Everyone goes away, I will stay.
We push and pull and I fall down sometimes.
Cuz there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes.


Anyways. What I came here for...


I called to the Universe to bring him back.
He is the one.
He never returned.
And I met a guy.
And I realized.
The Universe didn't bring him back.
Because he was not the one.