I wrote this little poem while laying in bed after I had moved to Tampa and Travis had no yet moved ( Read more... )

If you hear a voice inside you saying, "you cannot paint," then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.
- Vincent Van Gogh

I miss the days of trick-or-treating

Yesterday was amazing. A blissful afternoon spent wandering around the zoo, and an exciting night at Busch Gardens.

"Beauty is fleeting, but a rent-controlled apartment overlooking the park is forever."

Verifiable confusion. Unbearable frustration. Sensitive eyes. Quivering lips. Anxious heart beating with irregular rythym. Smooth, unlined sun kissed skin breathing in honey dew melon rays of light. Lightly fresh breeze tingles. Sharp blades of crisp wintergreen grass grow prickly underneath. Mind closes. Heart slows down. Soft, billowy, comforting ( Read more... )

I miss Bryan James Schaffer ( Read more... )

 Favorite Color: yellow ( Read more... )

I am happy for people who are happy for themselves.

Going home to Ormond next weekend. MOMA!!

Went apartment shopping today. Why are people so greedy? It's a travesty among men.

I wonder why DBCC kids aren't allowed on Facebook when SFCC kids are ( Read more... )

I miss Cassie Cinelli.
Marilyn Ritz.
My Florence.
Mr. Mac

I have to leave for Chemistry in ten minutes and I'm waiting for my notes to finish printing while i chain-chew wintergreen mints ( Read more... )