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Writer's Block: Perfect Sandwich
Thick sliced fresh french bread. The kind that has a chewy flavorful middle, with egg washed caramel colored crust. Toast the bread lightly to easliy spread with a layer of cream cheese. Top with sun dried tomato deli turkey meat and top with a slice of munster cheese and retoast open faced to warm the turket and melt the cheese. Fold and enjoy. ( Read more... ) -
I LOVE TEDDY GEIGER!!!!!
I am currently listening to this song on repeat. It makes me want to dance at the beach with this song blasting from my car. He reminds me of a young Dave Matthews. How lovely ( Read more... ) -
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i love when i meet an awesome person over the phone and talk to them for an hour at work.
i just met a really nice guy whos going to see if it would be possible to get a job in Chicago.
i think i may try to move in a couple months.
its not like i really have anything holding me back , right?
its just a matter of finding the courage to do it.
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just a little lullaby, to sing myself to sleep
To my mind:
Yesterday I was asked out by a guy who I've had a crush on for quite some time. He called me, and said that he's been thinking a lot about things, and that I am the kind of girl that he wants to try and be with. 3 months ago, I would been thrilled, and jumped on his proposition in a heartbeat, but something in me has changed. I said 'no ( Read more... ) -
simple as it should be
Forgive me if I can't quite look you in the eyes yet. The gleam in them, their gaze, makes me feel nervous. Uneasily I smile back, and simply nod to pacify you, so you don't look any deeper in what is truly in my heart and in my mind. It's always that which you can't have, that always tastes the sweetest. Forgive me for my hesitance, but I’m still ( Read more... ) -
dancing in the shadows
Sometimes I think I live life, dancing in the shadows. With the other people, dancing in the limelight, their smiles full and rich, with wishful thinking in their eyes. The clicking of their heels, as they waltz their way through. Rhythmic and and slow. Sometimes they tango, and they do it so carefully. Like sipping sweet wine, pacing yourself, to ( Read more... ) -
the ocean breathes salty
I miss the sand sticking roughly on my skin. And the salty surf washing over me. Dripping softly onto my shoulders from the tips of my hair. The feeling of the sun on your neck and back. It's going home. Oh, to speak of evolution; To know that you are derived from this ocean, to which people dispose of their unwanted. Poisoning it. And of the briny ( Read more... ) -
sticky smiles and chalk
Outlined with chalk, my face is of ivory, contrasting the defining ink that has my eyes rimmed in black. My eyes seem softer, and the shade of brown mimics an amber smoke. You raise the brush to my cheek, and circle the rouge in a sensual pattern, and proceed to the other side. Filling in my lips with a shiny scarlet gloss; they seem to be made of ( Read more... ) -
Growing up
It’s funny how easily life is given to us. And in our lives, we feel, learn, and I suppose, as cliche as it may sound, live. As children, with the hot sticky summer breeze still lingering in our hair, we run amongst the fireflies. The sweet smells of cotton candy lingering on our wet dirty fingers. Rolling in the cool grass, crisp as clean sheets ( Read more... ) -
An old entry re-versed
What I want ( Read more... )