Once again, I believe I have successfully managed to put myself in the position of getting my heart broken...we'll see I suppose.

This weekend: I was Marla Singer (Fight Club), a fairy, and a 1920's flapper-ho.

I dropped my phone down a flight of stairs, which was then kicked out the door into the rain and then stepped on. *Yay*

Me: I wonder what the world was like before french fries..

Kelley: Probably a lot more unpredictable...

"I lost my cane so people were asking me if i was a pimp and i said "nooooo I'm Willllyyy Wonka!"

I have fallen in love with the man who works at Beaners, solely due to the fact that he knows who i am by the the fact that i always asked for more whipped cream in my mocha caramel so now he just puts extra in so i dont have to come back and ask...ahh...a blissful sigh and smile to go along with it....

writing of the day:

splotches of mascara black

framing the pillow on her bed

mark the ending to her unhappy knack

better put, it couldn't have been said

she is his greatest burden

and he is her preatest regret

she will learn to forgive

but he will never forget

when a grain of sand

stretches a mile

and a coast lies between

it make take a while

for me to get to the scene....but i'll be there...

        ....yeah a little rusty.... :)

Wow, I went on the longest walk of my life today. I don't remember where I went, what I thought, what I felt. I'm pretty sure I was gone for a few hours, but I couldn't even tell you the time frame. Just when you think you have your life figured out, it smacks you in the face and yells "haha!!! here's another curveball to dodge, you stupid idiot!" ok, maybe less dramatic, but you get the picture. Just when you think you finally know what you want, you finally have what you want, it all crumbles down. I know somewhere along the line I stopped and talked to someone, but I can't even remember who or what we talked about...all I can remember is just wanting to get away from them and being alone.

"Scraps of laced white line the window of your soul. Clouded and shrowded, letting no one see in. Unveil your thoughts, let me come in. Show me a piece of yourself. Your spirit is a cabin in the midst of woods. Battered and decayed. Spackle the chinks, mend the broken frays. I've got the puddy, I've got the thread, I'll be the sculpter if you'll be the lead. Cover your window, hide your heart. You never let anyone in, never let them be a part. Open your door, let light filter in. Streams of yellow, brighten the room. Blocks of sunlight on your soul's floor. Let me in, let me know what life is for. You're too damaged for my use...."

....ok so I haven't wrote for a couple weeks, I'm a little rusty....but that was my free writing from today. Don't really know where it came from, but there it was!

ok, funniest thing i've heard lately....

* sheila on the topic of pooping in public bathrooms....

"I love doing it! It's such an adrenaline rush! You never know who's going to come in, or what they're going to hear....I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather do it..."