:: 2008 30 November :: 8.07 pm
:: Mood: Hunting Bears/Radiohead

One night, a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life. This really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.

"Lord, You said that once I decided to follow You, You'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed You most, You would leave me."

The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that I carried you."

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:: 2008 21 November :: 10.08 pm

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:: 2008 16 November :: 7.30 pm

Attention, world!
The Division Bell is beautiful.

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:: 2008 10 August :: 11.45 pm

I question my sanity sometimes. More than I probably should.

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:: 2008 22 July :: 2.43 am

SLEEP DEPRIVATION!

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:: 2008 11 July :: 12.40 am

Why do we give up on the things that make us feel wonderful? Why do we forget the good times?

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:: 2008 5 July :: 11.10 am

"He does not know (no one can know) my innumerable contrition and weariness."

The Garden of Forking Paths by Jorge Luis Borges.

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:: 2008 29 June :: 2.38 am

I don't understand.
I do not understand.
Understand I do not.

What the hell?

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:: 2008 29 May :: 2.65 pm
:: Music: Falling Down/Duran Duran

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:: 2008 21 May :: 11.58 pm

Platypus, jugular, cacophony, harmonic, phlegmatic, spurn, knickers, abomination, chuckle, snicker, cackle, fibula, sensuous, perturbed, voluptuous, disgruntled, annihilation, penetrate, agog, dorsalis, fuck, pumpernickel, ravishing, flabbergasted, pretentious, catachism, delectation, crimson, delectable, supple, occipital, queer.

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:: 2008 18 May :: 8.52 pm

What are you doing?

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:: 2008 11 May :: 10.46 pm

I wish I could shake the hand of whoever was clever enough to invent double-sided tape. You are... awesome.
Did you know that honey is bee vomit?

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:: 1984 4 May :: 3.03 am
:: Mood: Bouncy.

"I'm a pissed off black woman. And pissed off women in general are scary, but imagine not seeing them in the dark." - Erica

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:: 2008 3 May :: 5.44 am
:: Mood: Contemplative.

I like this time of the morning. The birds are chirping, the sky is a cold gradient and all else is perfectly frozen. I like laying in bed with the covers pulled up to my nose so that my body is warm and the tip of my nose is cold. There's something comforting about it. It reminds me of the times in the summer when we'd play barefoot outside in the front yard until the sun was almost completely set. My whole body would be cold, especially my bare feet, and my lungs would have that tight, compressed feel from running around for such a long time, but I was having too much fun to really care about any of that. There were people to be tagged, stories to be played, a sand box to dig.

Hrm. I'm definitely tired. I'm rambling. I think I'll go to bed now. It's my birthday and I plan on sleeping in. And then cleaning and packing for the whole day. For dinner, Erica is treating me to a cheese steak and a frozen custard from Rita's. I'm excited.

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:: 2008 26 April :: 12.43 am

I'm going to marry Yann Tiersen.
Just so, uh... everybody knows.

I don't care if he's thirty-seven and French and much more experienced in this world than I am. He's a gorgeous musician and his songs put me in a better disposition. Did I mention he has amazing hands? I have a thing for hands. Everybody needs to YouTube him and watch him play the piano. Dude... dude... Seriously. First video if you type in "Yann Tiersen."

If we both played the piano together, the world would explode. Because our hands would look awesome together. Just putting that out there.

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