espresso bubble

when i go out to coffee i never want to leave. this especially happens when it's during the school year. and a lot of times with kelsey. just leave me in kean forever. i could sleep on the couch if that guy with the book would just get up.

sunday school > big church

you don't get to color OR glue at big church. the music is better in the ecc, and there's really only one message that matters anyway.

slightly out of reach

the way i see it #76
the irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating – in work, in play, in love.  the act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as a rational hesitation.  to commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.

i love when i read something awesome and then i google it in a search for its source and nothing at all comes up. the fruitless googler. or the unprofitable one. anyways, that means its an original. fruitless googling is a new favorite term.

"sitting in my old bathtub gave me the peace of mind to keep growing stronger every day and progress forward"
i wish i knew that guy.

why can't things always just begin?

how come it always gets so exciting and then...nothing. readjust.

rk

build your own television receiver. staying home can't be that bad for me. cause i'm not scared, but i'd like some extra spare time..easily earn me big money.
i'm a modern girl, but i fold in half so easily when i put myself in the picture of success. i could learn world trade or try to map the oceans.
when you're dead and hospitals and freeways when you're dead, and resting homes and clinics when you're dead. it must be nice to finish when you're dead.
i've had it with you. and mexico can fucking wait, and all of those french films about trains. cause i'm not scared, but i'd like some extra spare time. i'm not scared, but the bills keep changing colors.
when you're dead and hospitals and freeways when you're dead, and dress shirts and neckties when you're dead and apartments, sand on beaches, when you're dead.
they say california is a recipe for a black hole, and i say i've got my best shoes on - i'm ready to go. ready to go, ready to go. i'm ready to go. ready to go. ready to go. ready to go. i'm ready to go. ready to go. ready to go. ready to go. i'm ready to go. ready to go. ready to go. ready to go. i'm ready to go.
these are times that can't be weathered and we have never been back there since then. these are times that can't be weathered and we haven't been back there since then. these are times that can't be weathered and we have never been back there since then. these are times that can't be weathered and we have never been back there since then.

the hard lessons

one: i want a chow chow puppy just like diane, who is at my work. chow chows are like stuffed animals and they dont smell bad. and they have squishy cute faces. here is a picture:



two: something that usually annoys me is when people drive at the speed limit. go faster go faster go faster! i only drive at the speed limit when i am too distracted to notice that i am driving at the speed limit. but then today on that sharp curve on the 55 freeway where the speed limit is 25 mph and where there is a picture of a dog painted in black on a white square on the wall, i was thinking about reasons why people would drive at the speed limit and i realized that if you are on parole and you break any law you can get in trouble, and speeding is breaking a law. and i would never want somebody to have to go back to terrible jail just because i left kind of late for work and would like to speed. so, im going to be much more understanding of people driving at the speed limit from now on. because they're probably on parole.


three: and unrelated - the hard lessons: i'm learning them.

pack up and go

if it turns out you've been too hasty, you'll be drawn back in a convincing way.