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Was on a hiatus.

Went temporarily INSANE and got 2 part-time jobs.

Did not sleep for a month.

Learned that retail is SO not my thing.

Better now.


Behind that chipper exterior is a blistering tower of rage and the desire to dip that customer in acid.


lyric love


Been beat up and battered round
Been sent up, and Ive been shot down
You’re the best thing that Ive ever found
Handle me with care

Reputations changeable
Situations tolerable
Baby, youre adorable
Handle me with care

Im so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Wont you show me that you really care

Everybody’s  got somebody to lean on
Put your body next to mine, and dream on

Ive been fobbed off, and Ive been fooled
Ive been robbed and ridiculed
In day care centers and night schools
Handle me with care

Been stuck in airports, terrorized
Sent to meetings, hypnotized
Overexposed, commercialized
Hand me with care

Im so tired of being lonely
I still have some love to give
Wont you show me that you really care
Everybody’s  got somebody to lean on

Put your body next to mine, and dream on

Ive been uptight and made a mess
But Ill clean it up myself, I guess
Oh, the sweet smell of success
Handle me with care

“i brought you flours”


Actually, I brought myself flowers. White Gerber daisies (which I usually think are cliche and trite*) and bright purple orchids.

The strong, independent, self-sufficient girl in me told myself: “It’s fine to buy yourself flowers. You like flowers, you’ve worked hard all week, and it is perfectly alright that you want to treat yourself.”

The other, ridiculous half of my brain kept saying: “LAAAAAME.” I kept thinking that if I had a beau, someone handsome would’ve done the errand for me.

… but I know that isn’t entirely true. I know a few girls who tell me their bfs think flowers are useless and a waste because “they’re just going to die”. This is also untrue.

Men of the World, listen up:

Nothing is a waste if you make your girlfriend feel happy and special. Just buy the damn flowers, so she doesn’t have to do it herself.

Bonus points if it’s on an ordinary day. “Just Because” flowers are better than any holiday bouquet. Trust.

*just don’t ever buy carnations. they are nothing but a cheap weed.

ruby tuesday


I’m a little sad today.

School is starting this week and I find myself feeling lonely and left out. There are new people, strangers, in my desk at work. Freshman are taking my seats in lecture halls. It’s as if I was never there.

I always wanted to avoid being one of those people who are constantly reflective and live in the past… eff that. Just for a moment or two, I’m going to wallow and grieve for what I’m missing out on, what I had and what I’ve lost.

It makes me think of that Rolling Stones song, Ruby Tuesday.

“She would never say where she came from
Yesterday don’t matter if it’s gone
While the sun is bright
Or in the darkest night
No one knows
She comes and goes

Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I’m gonna miss you…”

*picture from


Dear Austin, 

I don’t know what to say. I’m leaving tomorrow, and after four years there don’t seem to be any words that can express how I feel about you, or how much I’m going to miss you. 

I’ve learned so much about life, and people, and myself because of you. There is magic here in the sounds and heat which has changed me for the better. Thank you. I’m in your debt and will love you forever, and forever. 

with a tear and a smile…


let’s go

So, moving day has turned into moving WEEK, I guess. Yesterday I decided to charge ahead, with V, to Dallas. We threw caution to the wind and… came out alright. Clear skies the whole way. (go figure). 

Anyway, now moving has become a week-long project. Dad will supposedly come tomorrow and help move some more things and I will take my final bow on Saturday. This is taking WAY too long. 


rain rain go away

The sky looks kind of like this…


… minus the charm of the La Push Reservation Beach (where this was taken). Usually, I love rainy days. I bask in the relief from the oppressive dictatorship of the sun. But, today the rain is screwing with my good intentions.

Moving-day: Rescheduled.