Hi. I like Katrina.

Now, of course, I am big.

( This is an online review of a toilet )

warm blankets when it's cold outside
my mommy
dude, my brother has a baby
pomegranates - just the fact that they exist
kanji
frosty leaves when I walk to class
I have a toaster oven
aw, grammar
not-grammar (yeah, that's right)
postcards and letters

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My mom sent me a little stapler in her last package and now I have the terrible urge to staple everything. Seriously, everything. Like whoa.

The rain right now is as vertical as I've seen it in a long time. The tree and the lighting outside... it's awfully pretty right now.

I was dreaming, and my legs were the pages of a book.

There is breeeze and the grass is reclaiming the sidewalk (in someplaces, it's moss, too, which is more nostalgic but I suppose not really any more intrinsically beautiful). Squirrels, of course (how could I forget about squirrels?), and friendliness from hardware-store-at-working old men - oh, friendliness from strangers, really. Oh! And I saw a ( Read more... )

I remember back when I used to update lj on a regular basis (regular is being misused; all I really mean is often). It's so much harder now to want to write things and even to know what to write. The audience is so much more varied than it used to be (existent, too) and my level of closeness and comfort with everyone is different and the context ( Read more... )