I do believe that our scion has done something horrible in a past life ( Read more... )

The (true) Poem of a Casserole ( Read more... )

I'm hoooooooooome!
for the next week anyway.

I need a shoulder rub, a hug, and some sleep.

and to finish skimming through hamlet.

there's something really comforting about classical music. same with some irish music. I think maybe it's because my dad played them both all the time when I was little. it was just always.... around. but not really anymore. every once in a while my dad turns on brian o'donovan on saturday afternoons for celtic sojourn, but not too often. and ( Read more... )

sososo ( Read more... )

seeing pictures of professional dancers makes me want to work my body into something impressive. something that's really strong, beautifully toned, really flexible, and has a fantastic sense of balance ( Read more... )

I think I'm beginning to get tired of this journal ( Read more... )

I just started an entry, and it spun off into a mini-essay about hugs.

I'm going to go out and enjoy the gorgeous day now.

this is way too scary.

I don't know what to say.