Hey world, get me love or get me out

I want to live like life's going out of style! I want to quit my job, buy a one way ticket and pick the destination with my eyes closed. I want to live next to the old lady with the yellow cat and kind eyes. I want to bake! I want to take time to fill my lungs when I breathe. I want to be broken, and imperfect, and happy.

It was always the broken hand we learned to lean on after all

I hope that you all woke up this morning healthy and refreshed. I hope that you had cinnamon buns, watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade and watched your mother cry when the Radio City Rockettes came on and kicked their legs. I hope that you got food all over your clothes when you helped your mother with the stuffing at the last minute. I hope that you were impatiently eating appetizers until the last of your family arrived and you could break out the feast. I hope that all you could do was smile when you had filled your stomach to the brim and you had marker all over your hands from the hand turkey you drew on the tablecloth of gratitude. I hope that you are with the people you love, you are listening to your mother scream at the video games on the television, and you are completely content with how your day [and year-for the most part] has gone so far. I hope that you are getting ready for Christmas and thiking about what wonderful presents you're going to get everyone. I hope that you realize that even though your life is hectic, stressful and makes you want to scream sometimes, it will get better soon.

All of this is me. I hope it's you, too.

I smile more when I belong

Pomegranates are in season,
my fingers are stained,
and I am a happy girl!

I've been writing letters and reading pleasant things.
I should be doing homework,
but you would do the same if you knew how charming the weather was! This is weather in which great things should occur.

Now I am living.

Let a new man have your old heart

These past few weeks have not been my favourite, though they have had their moments. Alison's birthday was Saturday, I took off of work and she didn't. [hah, any excuse is a good excuse, eh?] Later on, I traveled to my cousin's house and we watched awful horror movies

The movies were awful, but it was nice.

I awoke on Sunday morning, and running on very few hours of sleep, decided to pick up Chris and venture to St. Pete for Erroll's grandfather's wake. Chris and I were just the friends. We were there to tell funeral-inappropriate jokes when we saw him getting emotional. We helped greet. We helped mourn. We helped him blast good charlotte and sing like an idiot, and drink Starbucks coffee and laugh.

I've been listening to Azure Ray.
I need you to save me, too.

I've got new feet

New Hobby: going to Cassidy's sotball games with Alison, bringing folding chairs and pretending to be overbearing, pushy, competitive parents who always hate whatever the umpire says. Gorging yourself at the concession stand is so in this fall.

Will you come and fetch me?

Mushrooms are all around, guys! Try to capture a picture of them before landscapers kick them over! I dare you!

I excel at being cynical. Anyone who knows me knows I am not cut out for retail work.

t. To make my job more enjoyable, sometimes, (desperate times call for desperate measures) I look too see if the customers who are really bothering me (high percentage) have a wedding ring on; or maybe, when they open their wallet to slowly count change and rearrange their pockets for three hours, holding up the line- if they have a picture of themselves smiling with their children or their significant others. It makes me feel less animosity towards them knowing that someone can put up with them. Loves them, even! Someone loves them for every vulgar and discourteous word that comes out of their mouths, and it fills my heart with joy knowing that I don't have to be that person.

Hey world, here I am!

My sister Kimberley has been urging me to create one of these for quite sometime now, probably for the endearing comments she knows she'll get from me because of how much I admire the things her mind creates. (oh, but i do admire them!) Nevertheless, I do what she says, so here I am. I thought I would begin with a picture I took semi-(not very)-recently of a lizard we found in her garage. It seemed an appropriate beginning to my blog life. I'll try to keep this interesting, guys.