a picture is worth a thousand words

What's your first name?
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Where do you live?
texas hillcountry Pictures, Images and Photos

Where is your dream vacation?
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What are you thinking about right now?
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What makes you laugh?
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What are you going to do after this?
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What are your plans for the weekend?
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Who is your best friend?
Him Pictures, Images and Photos


What are you addicted to?
alcohol Pictures, Images and Photos

What is your nickname?
DARLIN Pictures, Images and Photos

When is your birthday?
Happy Birthday Pets Pictures, Images and Photos

What kind of car do you have?
2006 Chrysler Sebring Pictures, Images and Photos


Who is your celebrity crush?
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What kind of pet do you have?
Lita on the beach I Pictures, Images and Photos

The name of your pet?
Attention Pictures, Images and Photos

Name an alcoholic beverage?
absinth Pictures, Images and Photos


One word to describe yourself.
creative bridge Pictures, Images and Photos

What is your relationship status?
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What cell phone do you have?
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What is your favorite place?
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What is your favorite movie?
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What is your favorite Hobby?
Painting flaw Pictures, Images and Photos

What is your favorite TV Show(s)?
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What is your favorite color?
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What is your favorite accessory?
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What is your favorite time of day?
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Where is your favorite place to shop?
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What is your favorite scent?
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Favorite band of all time?
music Pictures, Images and Photos

What is your favorite food?
food Pictures, Images and Photos

What is your least favorite food?
Brussel Sprouts Pictures, Images and Photos

i can picture myself on a ferris wheel.

i will never be.
i guess that's what i'm saying.
you see, what's going on when you're not looking
is that i'm turning into another person
and the less you look
the less you get to see
until the day comes when you turn to talk to me
and i'm not there

an empty room will never
seem so lonely than it will if i leave you
just an empty chair
sitting at an empty window
thinking empty thoughts
from an empty shell

like a silent movie
that is not funny
does not have music
and won't end happily
playing back mirrored
images of what reality
used to be and the flashing of film
against the walls as you watch
will play out all the lost possibility
sucking a well that's long been dry

so i'm still tryin to tap you on the shoulder
every now and then, just
to remind you that i'm still here
just to remind you that
i haven't given up
yet.
  • Current Mood
    losing bets.

Writer's Block: Daily Grind

Describe your morning routine.

my morning routine.

 

wake to the alarm approximately half an hour before i must be out the door and in my car for a thirty minute drive to work through the hill country, sometimes dark out, sometimes not. i spend this early thirty minutes snuggling and watching my boyfriend sleep. he's so adorable when he sleeps and i like to wake to that every morning, fix that image in my head and then go face the day. he makes it better that way. when the thirty minutes is up, i hop up put on my socks, shoes and sometimes jacket and pull open the heavy ass sliding glass door, whisper to him that i love him and duck out into the world. my day never really begins until i get back home to him. is that a morning routine? not sure. but it's my life as of late. :)

hasting and the best christmas ever.

A couple months ago Jonathon, JenJen and I were checking out a local antique store. It was full of all the quirky offbeat shenanigans you would expect to find. All the stuff you'd love to find a place for in your already-cluttered-life. this place was HUGE, being an old feed store i believe, and even had an equally large sublevel.
          We made our way downstairs after what must have been an hour of tiptoeing through history and in the back of the basement there was a long bookshelf on the backwall, with about five or six typewriter cases stacked haphazardly around eachother. My pulse quickened, i held my breath and my fingers went cold in anticipation of discovering each and every one of them. I unzipped case after case, gently testing the keys, watching the hammers, guaging the condition of each one, secretly mourning those that were in bad shape. The last one that i opened, from the bottom of the stack, was in a case labeled simply: Hasting, took my breath away at first glance. As I pressed each key and heard the soft clack of the hammers against it's well-preserved spool, I fell in love. It was the most perfectly preserved piece of machinery of its kind that I had encountered. The elation, however, soon subsided and became panic. I was unable to afford it and did not know when I might be able to. I had to hide it. I had to make sure that no other geeky-freak would stumble upon my typewriter and buy it before I had the chance. I quickly zipped it back up in its case and placed it on the bottom shelf and proceeded to stack all the other typewriters on top and around it. That would have to be good enough. Reluctantly, after one last glance at the embossed Hasting on the case, I turned and joined Jonathon and the JenJen in browsing through the rest of the spoils, never fully taking my mind off of that typewriter.
          Needless to say, over the course of the next couple months I thought less and less of this typewriter in the basement. I was beginning to file it away as yet another item I thought was lost to me forever. But then Christmas came and Jonathon informed me that he was going on a secret mission to purchase a very important item and that I was not allowed to go along.
          I will not recant all of the, now absurd, gueses that ran through my head. Let's just say that the very last present I opened on Christmas Day, the big box beneath the tree that had captured my curiousity since the day Jonathon placed it under the tree, was the last thing I was expecting. After everyone had opened their presents that big box still sat underneath the tree, me sitting there, afraid to open it.
          When Jonathon grabbed the box and brought it to me, everyone stopped what they were doing and watched. Nerve-racking, to say the least. I turned the box on its end, because it was heavy and the box was too bulky to fit in my lap. After slowly removing the paper from the box I lay it back down on the ground and opened the box. There, amidst white packing popcorn was a familiar black typewriter case. I couldn't breathe. The front of the case was embossed with one simple word: Hasting. Hands shaking, I lifted the case into my lap and reached around for the zipper. As I lifted the lid I felt an overwhelming feeling of gratitude and love. I began sobbing before I even had it open all the way. My crying was so uncontrollable that I had to cover my face as the whole room looked on.
          Now, I have heard the expression "tears of joy", yet I had never experienced it like this. This was "rivers of tears of joy". I felt ridiculous and embarassed but most of all elatedly speechless. And that is why Hasting will always mean so much to me and Jonathon had accomplished something I've never before experienced so intensely in my life before. I wonder if he knew when he bought it, how much it would mean to me and what kind of absurdly emotional reaction I would have. I will forever be grateful. And this is just one of the many reasons why I love my picasso-face. Thanks for sitting in on story-time and I hope to see you again real soon. Ciao. 
  • Current Mood
    calm calm

on mount olymp-ia i always tell the truth.

these keys on my typewriter
snap like ivory white necks
clack of metal against ribbon, paper, spool
i break necks when i write at breakneck speed
click clack neck snaps
and i'm wishin with every averaged two-syllable word
that i spit it carries me further away from
these thoughts i can't use
like the ads on my pop-up offering
a flatter stomach
leaner thighs, i sigh
why bother
i am wishin that every word will carry
me closer to what you want and
further from what i'm not
i am wishin that every click clack snap neck
will turn its head and wail me
to sleep, because when we wake
is when you're more affectionate
i am wishin these snap crackle pop
necks i'm pounding into meaning might
mean something more than
a way to vent this apocalypse
this wicked aching in my psyche
click clack snapped necks
beckoning me read the
reasons for all this killing.

  • Current Music
    AFI-Carcinogen Crush