love love love my life. love it.

I CHOPPED MY HAIR.

aaaaaaaand i love it.

check out facebook for pictures -- it's pretty sexy, if i do say so myself. i'm so proud of myself for not chickening out! amazing!

was incredible ( Read more... )

One of my tables at work today was a regular at lunch on Thursdays. He's 62, slouched in an electric blue wheelchair for the rest of his life, and a stroke victim, or survivor ( Read more... )

ala shawn elise, this is a list of what my life has been since last i updated:

love
love
love 
love
love
love
writing
love
love
love
music
love
love
love
colorado
love
love
barbeques
love
love
love
work.

that's seriously about it. i'm incredibly happy. i wish i had a little jar to put this feeling away for later, because it doesn't do me much good when my life is already ( Read more... )

i like scurrying up potentially dangerous roofs with lovely people to make pictures out of stars ( Read more... )

you're in a yellow kitchen dreaming again
your little sister's fishing pole
broken and in mud

I don't want to leave Colorado ever, ever again.

The only problem I find in this state is that I have an impossible time writing. I have such an urge to churn out a story involving bees, but I cannot do it. I want to be stuck in a tiny room by myself, with a small closet and a bed and a wooden desk pushed hopelessly sideways against a window. I want ( Read more... )

Okay, so... I have been listening to The Cars a lot. Is this strange? Maybe a little bit.

Do you ever imagine yourself to be the subject of a song that you like? I'll own up to it: I do. One of their songs talks about a girl with suede blue eyes dancing underneath a starry sky. I love this line, and whenever it happens, I wonder if it's me they're ( Read more... )

Thanks to Bunny ( Read more... )