I hate crossroads. I hate standing in front of them. I hate biking along them. I hate picking a direction. I hate having to decide which side was more worthy. I hate the long pause I instinctively feel at every one. I hate stopping and pondering. I hate looking like an idiot while deciding. But… Continue reading Crossroads to a Compromise
There is a little plastic cup. It normally sits around the kitchen sink, until my favorite little toddler Kaitlyn would return. She would run into the room, asking whoever happens to be there for some more “fresh squeeze”… that is, fresh orange juice. Then, it proceeds to become a rotation and normally long debate between… Continue reading One Plastic Cup Called Star Wars
Ever since my little elementary days, I was content on being the mutual friend. That person that everyone was friends with because they were nice, and funny, but most importantly… fake.
I am Lonely. No. I hate feeling Lonely. I am Hurting. But I hate feeling Hurt. I am Sad. But I hate feeling Sad. I surround myself with people, Blonde, black, brunette, red, Blue, hazel, brown, green, And roses and arrays of life and beauty. But none is ever true enough, To stop the Lonely… Continue reading One More Little Feeling
A friend of mine, a brilliant and splendid gal, well her favorite line has always been, “well no one is perfect!” Hold up… let’s just all think about this for a second. To me, it just sounded like she was quoting a long lost and long thankfully forgotten pop singer and actress, but she may… Continue reading Sensitivity and Perfection… At Its Best
Bacon is red, Bacon is rough. One strip of bacon, Is never enough. After all, all you need is love, and just a little bit of bacon. Creds to this fantastic quatrain do not belong to me. Special thanks to my amazing friend Bella, for shoving cheesy poetry into my pocket. 🙂
I remember the first time opening up this website… I spent hours at night, editing when I should have been studying or working, trying to fit the vision of what I thought was going to be perfect, into one tiny little site.