| I made a new blog for my arts and crafts endeavors. Particularly my sewing endeavors. Bookmark it. Tell your friends. Leave me comments. You know the drill. http://makeshiftchic.blogspot.com/
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oh yeah.
I remember xanga.
So I was about to delete that funny looking picture of me. But then I remembered I don't have that shirt anymore. It was rendered unwearable in a freak bleach accident. But was it really an accident....??
Anyway I got all nostalgic, thinking about the goodtimes I had with that shirt, and how we only knew each other for such a short time before the inevitable end. The life we could have had together... I could be wearing it right now. Why, bleach! Why!!
Ok.
I'm done.
Happy New Year.
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| Sparrow
Before I learned how cold the wind could blow,
I used to let him lift me in the air,
I used to let him toss me to and fro,
I used to let him lead me anywhere,
but now I do not trust the wind so much,
I’ve found he doesn’t guild the way he should.
I’ve found that he has venom in his touch.
I’ve found that his intentions aren’t so good.
I used to greet each morning with a song,
And skim the silent sunrise, blazing bright.
I used to fly way up where I belong,
I used to crave the rush, the thrill of flight.
I used to pity those who dwell below,
But now I know how cold the wind can blow.
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| Last night I had a dream that my religious studies professor assigned my class to write a reflection paper about our dreams.
So when I woke up, I started thinking about what I was going to say in my paper.
Then I realized that the assignment was a dream.
Weird.
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| To avoid getting my watch wet while washing the dishes, I took it off and put it in the pocket of my jeans. Later, I put those same jeans in the washer... and yep, I left my watch in the pocket. Why do I bother? It still seems to work though. Except there are a lot of water droplets on the face under the glass, and it's scratched up a bit, and the gold paint is faded. The one time I don't check my pockets. Sigh. |
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