chicago was wonderful, and it was only a positive experience.
however, i think it spoiled me in a negative way.
back to being homegrown.

im in chicago from thursday morning to sunday night.
kyle misses me.

at least he'd better.

i'm happy,
i'm sedate,
i'm zen,
i'm content,
i'm full,
i'm looking forward,
i'm out of words.

britani loves my life
and i do too.

the most magnificent storm happened this evening ( Read more... )

i have a tendency to get stuck in a rut where i surround myself in comfort, not stepping out of that zone, not taking chances that make me less than comfortable, most of those chances requiring the opening of my mouth (because it has, in the past, ahem, gotten me in trouble), or giving of myself. but once i step out and off, i realize it's better ( Read more... )

the last two days have been amaaazing! the clouds and the cooler air are such a relief to the system. i was tiring (quickly) of the heat and stickiness. yesterday i had my first hot cocoa of the season (and am now working on my second, mmmmm), sat out on my porch with the windows open and a blanket over me as it rained (sounded incredible) and read ( Read more... )

it seems as though summer is making its grand exodus, though the heat is overstaying its welcome. the nights are cold and clear and crisp, warning of fall, but the entire weekend i was tricked into wanting winter so badly it made me forget the beauty of fall. something about being at hannah's makes me want snow and thick sweaters and tea (probably ( Read more... )

i need a typewriter.
i just wrote 12 pages of the most honest and real stuff id ever written...
it poured out of me as if by some unknown force...
then by some evil force it was all deleted.
ALL OF IT
and i dont remember a lick...

in my interview today, the lady was on the phone in the other room. i, left to my own devices in the living room, began taking a mental inventory of their stuff. my eye was led up the main staircase (yeah, they've got 3 and i'm vacuuming all of them) where there hung a picture...painted by my mother...of me when i was about 4. i remember her ( Read more... )