Sunday, August 26, 2012

5

My justification of starting my 2.9 hour playlist of Deadmau5 is that it's night time, and normal people listen to Deadmau5 at night, and not the times that I usually do. Which include but are not limited to: morning, noon, evening. 
 
 

Saturday, August 25, 2012

East To West

Just know that you will never stop me.

You Are Carla In That I Am

JD.

Three words for you: Sucks to be.. Adding a fourth: YOU.



I am taking this moment for my own victory dance.

Question of the blog:
What events have given you cause for a victory dance?

Friday, August 24, 2012

Hardest Part

The hardest part about all of this, is while you are saying goodbye to everyone, I am reminded that you never even said hello to me. So,

hello.

And goodbye.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

SBUX

Wish I could say this to every customer ever.


BARISTA LIFE.

Monday, August 20, 2012

24, 25

But my heart and body are crying out, come back, come back. Be a circle, touching my circle on the plane of Nature.
-CS Lewis, A Grief Observed

Sunday, August 19, 2012

My Dream Was This Scene, Where..

Structural, fictional, contemporary, conservative, realistic, distopian, organization..
Words are futile devices.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Smile.

"Put a smile on your face!"
It was said to me as I walked down the street, heading back home after a long evening of spilling our hearts out to each other. My new favorite friend was honest, she told me some saying about secrets I can no longer remember, but the idea remains in my heart. I appreciate her, and her sweet smile, and open arms. I see us growing through each other.
"Oh, it's here!"
and I smile, and he laughs. And I keep walking down the street, up the hill, turn right. I see my lovely four legged friend through our window, and I am reminded that of all the company I could have in the world, my nights are best spent snuggled up by my canine.
I am smiling. Thank you, stranger, for your therapeutic smile.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Saturday, August 11, 2012

This is how I show my love.
SAIL.

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

I Was Born To Do This

One year since I said "thank you" to you, as Aunt Judy held the phone to your ear. I wept. I still do. But I never forgot what you asked of me. You have watched how your death did not halt my life, my adventures. In fact, your death only inspired me to live louder.
In the last year, I became a server at an incredible restaurant. I took charge, and was a great leader in my work place. I took risks in my relationships, and traveled for them. You inspired me to love unconditionally, and I worked hard for what I thought was right. I still work hard for what is right. You told me to not give up on myself, and I didn't. I wish I could tell you in person how heartbreaking and empowering it was to make the choice to move where I wanted. I wish I could call you up and cry about how much I miss certain things, people, situations. Including you. You would be so proud of the unconditional love I am learning to give to children. You would be proud that I tried my very hardest in massage school. A few years before you even became ill the first time, you wrote my dad a letter. In it, you said that we weren't allowed to miss you too much, because "this is what I was born to do." Highly spiritual, so beyond what I can fathom, your connection to God is one I yearn for.
But today, you would say that I have the Can't Help Its. And it's true. Because today, all I would really like is you again.
My sweet Gaga, grandmother, Betty Louise Houston Seal.
1.28.25-8.7.11

Sunday, August 5, 2012

The Result Of The Love

Dear T,
Thank you for the reminder:
You are the result of the love of thousands.
I needed to hear that, more than I knew.
Sincerely,
A

Words

Are you happy?
He asked as we sat there, sitting across the room from each other. He has a kind heart, gentle, and intriguing. I was confused, wondering if this was a loaded question.
Yeah, I'm happy. Are you happy?
Very, he said. Very happy.
He rested his head, smiled, and fell asleep.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

He saw it as a cry for help.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012