Help end the violence.

The Beautiful Merrie tagged me, so five random facts. or six cause I talk so much.

1. I like to watch sad movies alone so I can cry as much as I want. 

2. I am not a coffee drinker, and plan on never being one. I like to hate it.

3. I am the most distracted person you'll meet, and write important notes on my hand.

4.  I don't do make-up or even hair styles, although sometimes I try.

5. I buy cards that I love or find moving, and wait for a right time to give them to a person- I have two right now

6. I make photo albums every break, and I don't share my favorite pictures via Internet because they are too close to me.

PS -I want to go on a date, sober and inhibition free, and fill it with dancing and laughter.

In so many ways, I think I'll always be like a little kid. Novels make me anti-social.

I tag Kamyon, Courtney, Brandon (you better do it!)...Bonzo and Cassidy if he'll break the silence again for this. (Merrie, you took all my people!)

On the way home.
I've never seen a sandstorm like this.
The sky is a light brown revealing little sunlight.
People are using their headlights and are swerving lanes to dodge tumble weeds.
We drove through a town square that looked abandoned, the wind blowing everything in sight all around.
A classic west Texas scene, of course. I always enjoy the drives gazing out at the various fields- primarily cotton. I'd like to take pictures, but I want to be home.
I want to climb on top of a cotton bale.

Today was filled with egg nog, cookies, christmas decorations and trees along with the music. I love it, and it makes me sad that people hate all that. Oh, well.
I love this time.
Thanksgiving: la familia, building leaf forts with the kids, three movies, two books, a never ending supply of food and love. It was much better than words.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.
The vase, reconstructed, houses
The elusive rose.

Ten fingers shape a bowl for shadows.
My mendings itch. There is nothing to do.
I shall be good as new.

-Sylvia Plath

Two headed dog...


A lovely bride. One more wedding I caught the bouquet in.

In case you forgot...

Happy sweet sixteen, baby.
I hope you have the most wonderful day, and I wish I could've been there to bake you a cake like a good wife.

What does it mean to be twenty-two? Am I no longer allowed to dream?
I wonder if my hopeless romanticism is annoying, but I refuse to let it go.
It has to be real. It is about being partners? That can't be all, it can't be.

The food at dinner didn't even taste good. I shook his hand, but I felt stupid. Should I have said something more to express my gratitude? I saw him gazing at the picture two different times. It was almost embarassing.

It was good to see everybody. Today just felt wrong in so many ways. I feel like I did a lot to have done nothing. Where did I go? Where did we go?
Raising voices doesn't change the words. Why are we all so human?

Take care
I've been hurt before
Too much time spent on closing doors

You may hate me, but I'll remember to love you

Goodbye
Don't cry
You know why
And it'll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
I don't expect anything
I don't expect anything...