Kind of like this...but different.

"Some make their worlds without knowing it. Their universes are just sesame seeds and three-day weekends and dial tones and skinned knees and physics and driftwood and emerald earrings and books dropped in bathtubs and holes in guitars and plastic and empathy and hardwood and heavy water and high black stockings and the history of the Vikings and brass and obsolescence and burnt hair and collapsed souffles and the impossibility of not falling in love in an art museum with the person standing next to you looking at the same painting and all the other things that just happen and are."
— Jonathan Safran Foer

Bad habit #1- I bite my finger nails…nail polish makes no difference.

My favorite condiment is Miracle Whip. When I was little I would eat Miracle  Whip Sandwiches.

Honey is in heat...as I type she is trying to mount Jazzy."Honey, get off Jazzy." she said.

I'm really considering getting another tattoo this summer. I think it's time. Time for a tree. I kinda want to get it on my right side...just above my hip...but someday when i get pregnant I fear the branches will grow. I've got to think about this one.


"And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

A group of geese on the ground is a gaggle, a group of geese in the air is a skein.

I've also thought about getting a flock of birds on the back of my right shoulder. I have the image in my mind...but Im not sure which direction I would want them flying in...maybe flying up the back of my neck, but I bet that would hurt. When I got the tattoo on my side...I cried. Like really cried. After I felt like someone had taken a cheese grater to my left rib cage. I even got ice cream...and it did not cheer me up.

"It was a meditation on life, love, old age, death: ideas that had often fluttered around her head like nocturnal birds but dissolved into a trickle of feathers when she tried to catch hold of them."
— Gabriel García Márquez

Birds signify: Imagination; intuition; the mind; freedom from restraints; expanded awareness; transcendence; the upliftment of our emotions and mind.

I think that's what I'm gonna do. Mind made up for now. Check back tomorrow.


‘'But time is like the ocean
You can only hold a little in your hands
So swim before we’re broken
Before our bones become
Black coral on the sand'

"Clutter and mess show us that life is being lived...Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation... Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist's true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here."
— Anne Lamott

however, on my to-do-list #1 is to clean up the apartment.

There's another task for which you have an exceptional aptitude, Sagittarius: drawing long-term cycles to a graceful finish. You have the power to climax meandering dramas that have been resistant to closure; you can find resolution where everyone said there could only be messy ambiguity.

I cant remember last night's dream...but I know I woke up at 4am with a serious donut craving. But then I woke up at 10am and couldn't decide between donuts and nachos. I decided on nachos. Im eating the cold leftovers now.

Josh Pyke and Lisa Mitchell would have angel babies. True story.

I cant wait for monsoon season. It's probably one of my favorite times in Arizona. Except that people here do not know how to drive. I do not consider myself a talented driver...I am pretty bad actually. So no one should be a worse driver than me. Wind. Rain. Thunder. Lightning. Maybe Im getting too excited about this too early.

But there are no results in the real world. There is only what is. Right here right now.

Speaking of the real world. Rashaad and I got hooked on the show today....not something to be proud of, I know. I cant believe people really act like that. It was like one big orgy.

That is the essence of life as I see it. to begin to understand people. To enjoy and to learn. To think. Constantly. Change. Constantly. And love. Constantly.


"You are lucky to be one of those people who wishes to build sand castles with words, who is willing to create a place where your imagination can wander. We build this place with the sand of memories; these castles are our memories and inventiveness made tangible. So part of us believes that when the tide starts coming in, we won't really have lost anything, because actually only a symbol of it was there in the sand. Another part of us thinks we'll figure out a way to divert the ocean. This is what separates artists from ordinary people: the belief, deep in our hearts, that if we build our castles well enough, somehow the ocean won't wash them away. I think this is a wonderful kind of person to be."
— Anne Lamott

Kind of like this...but different.