writhle \Wri"thle\, v. t. [Freq. of writhe.] To wrinkle ( Read more... )

And now for a quick update:

I currently am in France.

Everything is ran a bit different here then back in Olympia.

I feel so very far away from everyone.

However, I must admit that the French band I'm listening to is INCREDIBLE!

On Monday morning I awoke with arthritis riddling my every joint and, as the senility began to set in, I couldn't even recall where I was, or who I was with, let alone why all of my joints ached. A breakfast shot of ginko suddenly made me realize...

"It's my birthday.
I'm 24.
Shiza, I'm a grandma."


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My intentions to paint outside in the sun were fouled up by the on again off again rainstorms so I threw the canvas back on the art studio desk and took a vacation to see that boy of mine at work. Every time I visit I get treated like a princess. I sat at the bar and got a handful of free drinks and tasty treats thrown in my direction. Raspberry ( Read more... )

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to good manners and elegance.

In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

You'd like your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.
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The shadow was inside of me as opposed to superglued to walking feet this morning as my little car crashed through car after car, refusing to slow nor quicken, but maintaining one common speed despite the changing surroundings and roadway signs. My capillaries turned to the most delicate of sugar glass and the infection began to spread through ( Read more... )

Having to urinate, due to excess coffee consumption, Dan and I snuck into a Bon Macy's to use their facilities. The "Ladies Lounge" was seriously the most incredible place I've ever walked into. It was like a castle. Huge overstuffed sofas everywhere, gigantic mirrors, rows of theatre lights, gold taps, ornate shelves and mirrors and doorhandles ( Read more... )

Marie Antoinette, my dear Grammastola Aureostriata tarantula, finally re-emerged today after a week long stay hermited up in her shelter as she molted. She looks so frail currently, as opposed to her usual fuzzy, puffy state. I can't wait until her exoskeleton has hardened so I can get to fattening her back up. She is so beautiful. I have an ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamt of a color I've never seen before. And when I awoke, I took to the acrylic paints. Mixing and matching to no reward. I couldn't clearly possess the color I'd seen so clearly in the delicate confines of my brain. So I crawled through the house and cut pieces of carpet from the floor, chipped away foundational concrete and ( Read more... )

On Sunday, the boy and I jumped into my little spaceship and, after a quick jaunt to acquire a handsomefying outfit for his new job and a bite or two of sushi, we found ourselves parked outside of the Showbox for the Her Space Holiday, The Faint, Bright Eyes show. The rundown: Her Space Holiday was ok, but nothing to write home about. The Faint ( Read more... )