Sometimes, my conversations are so sublime that I have to post them here for all the world to see.

Me: I am the prettiest thing that has ever crossed the sheets of your bed.
Him: I know, am I the prettiest thing that has ever crossed the sheets of your bed?
Me: No. But you are pretty on the inside.
Him: Well thanks.
Me: Fact is fact.  ¶ 5:32 PM 0 comments

  Really.

Yes Really.

I don't like to be told no.

I don't respond well to criticism, or anything less than adoration...

Is that an issue?  ¶ 12:43 PM 1 comments

  I am a ballsy bitch.

But I feel confident that if I were to say everything that came to my mind, I would be completely alone.  ¶ 12:24 PM 0 comments

  For some reason, I am opposed to tiles of blogs. I don't know when it happened, or maybe I am just opposed to them because my wit is running low lately. I don't know.

I am in a funk. I have been in this funk for five days. Its a little better, but still in a funk.

I am standing at a crossroad in life. I graduate, God willing, in five weeks. I am scared. Some people like to tell me that this is normal. I don't care what is normal. There are extenuating situations that make this very sad. Not just scary, but sad. I will be seperating myself from a piece of my soul in five weeks. It hurts. I know it's coming, and it hurts.

I have to move forward, and if I have to move forward, then I can't leave a piece of my life in a stunted position. There is the prospect that I may have to leave something I adore. That hurts too.

I am getting older, and that means my parents are getting older too. That is scary.

I don't have a job. I am afraid.

It is time to see if I can fly. It is time to see if I can do all that I claim to be trained to do. I need room to grow. I need to be better than I ever have. And yet, I don't want to go.  ¶ 1:04 PM 0 comments

  If I could change just one thing about my life...

I would go back to the beginning and apply myself.

Maybe that is something I will master in year 26.  ¶ 12:25 PM 0 comments

  Seriously When I was a little girl, I was only small in stature, I had some very large opinions... And even still, a larger vocabulary, and at any given point, I would proclaim "My Daddy is The Best Daddy in the World."

I was dead serious. I knew I was right.

My daddy was the picture of patience.

And the picture of unconditionality.

I still remember the night before kindergarten, I was so nervous I couldn't sleep. He sat up in a chair with me and held me all night long, never upset, never frustrated, never even angry when I would wake up every time he set me in my bed. He would just pick me back up and hold me.

I don't tell him all of the things I remember, I don't really know why. But I love him, he is my number one guy, always has been, and always will be.

Happy Fathers Day to all of the great men in this world, especially my daddy.  ¶ 6:35 PM 0 comments

  Brain Metabolism Peaks at age 4.

I am 21 years past my prime.

There is only one thing to do: Drink.

The end.  ¶ 6:55 AM 0 comments