i turn 22 tomorrow. twenty-two. doesn’t that seem ancient when compared to the simple and ordinary and young sound of 21? i have a reputation for adoring my very own birthday (i think everyone secretly feels the same way about their own special day — they just don’t like to openly admit it) and although… Continue reading ohme. ohmy.
i’ve always heard about santa leaving charcoal in stockings for bad little children and i know of charcoal drawings (although i’ve never myself given it a try) and i also have experienced the difficulty in trying to light charcoal for your summertime barbecue, but i have never ever heard of a person ingesting it into… Continue reading charcoal helps the body?
right this very minute, i would like… to find time to paint my nails to climb a small mountainish sort of hill this weekend to have a companion who reads 1 John to me at top of said mountainish hill to not work in my blue office anymore to continue working in my blue office… Continue reading can i tell you what i want?
if it’s possible to drown your sorrows in cheese danish then i do believe i’m in the middle of it as i type. under covers in bed, laptop open, and cheese danish beside me slowly being devoured. do i have sorrows to drown? i don’t think so, but it’s ever so much fun to pretend. … Continue reading the dilemma of cheese danish
yeah, you’re right to guess that this photo was staged. i’m not really sleeping. i had just woken from my lovely nap and am feigning sleep to get my point across. but aren’t naps on sunday afternoons the best?
friday has the reputation as being the opportunity to go out, expend large amounts of energy, and slip into oblivion until noon the next day. if that’s how you’re supposed to celebrate the end of a work week, i haven’t figured out how people manage it. my own friday nights are starting to have the… Continue reading tomorrow is new
“Give me the love that leads the way, the faith that nothing can dismay, the hope no disappointments tire, the passion that will burn like fire; Let me not sink to be a clod: Make me Thy fuel, Flame of God.”
more tiredness and sleepy eyes while i finally open my laptop to end my day. i drove home anticipating a night of undisturbed slumber (please, dear Jesus, please) and a morning where i could sleep until my body told me it was ready to rise. right now, there’s nothing that sounds more blissful (i apologize… Continue reading disgruntled much?
i’m a pretty tired and worn out girl tonight, but seeing as though it’s been five days since i last put something on this sad ignored place, i figured i had to do something about it. so get this. i learned something new today. want to know what it is? my poor brain is also… Continue reading keepin’ the wheels turnin’
a disposed of christmas tree anyone? madrid’s appeal in the form of various colored barrels. a cute-as-a-button kinda girl. my summer project: Clean Up Boat. uncertainty. should they be a bit bigger? new wanderings and places these feet have never been. beauty in the drab. the forgotten and lonely. and the fun that’s found in… Continue reading my wintry finds today.