All I Can Say...

All I can say is, "...Please God, let this day be over and done with." I am ready for my 3-day weekend. I have more than earned it.

Something to leave you with...

“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” -Albert Einstein

P.S. Word of the day: Fantabulous

Rantings Of A Tired Woman...

Today has been one of those days... the kind of day that is too long from the moment you hop out of bed. I'm ready to go home, throw on some jammies and tuck myself into bed.

Something to leave you with:

"Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree." ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Just thought I would share... Sweet dreams!

It's Raining... It's Pouring...

Happy late Saint Patty's Day (also known as my half birthday)! I'm headed home to the land of Rich for the weekend. I'm very excited to get away for a few days. I've felt trapped, and it will be nice to just relax and kick it with the fam.

Do you ever get the feeling we are just "faking it"? Like an actor in your own story? I feel like I've been watching the production of my life, all the while munching on a bucket of stale popcorn.

I'm so ready for change. To move away from this boring, stagnant stink-hole I call my day to day life. Seattle anyone?

Silver Lining

The most recent addition to my collection...

I’m dancing in the silver lining of your sweet face. Twirling it in my fingers and waiting for it to burst, waiting for my body to burst. I’m waiting to explode at the very touch of your lovely fingertips tracing my every curve.

I love to play in the swirling brown curls. Lose myself in the madness of blue, the deepest blue I have ever seen. Or was it green? I want to know if I can trust the madness. I can believe the green, but never the blue.

Back again to the pillows that form your candy mouth. I’ll be unable to find my tongue as we make pretzels and bows with every kiss. How sweet would it be? I would let you keep my soul as a souvenir, to always remind you of what you will never call your own.

I map every freckle and every line. I am drawing the constellations of my heart on your buttery skin. Every vein bulges with desire and want for the forbidden fruit. Come here boy, I have something I would like to show you.

Watch as the world around our bodies melts away. The smell of your sweat stings my nose and I breathe you in. Your aftertaste swims in my mouth as I whisper your name, and beg for you to take me again. I can see my fate spinning in your untrustworthy eyes.

I giggle at your hair as it stands on end. The static created by skin rubbing skin is almost overwhelming. Butterfly and Eskimo kisses, what more could we ask for? I've finally snuck you between my sheets, and that’s where I plan to hide your beautiful body. No, I will not let you go.

Did I live up to your fantasies? I want to paint a mural of this moment and capture each sigh and every moan. I want to paint your bed head and keep a piece of you with me always. I will make my hide your canvas and needle the ink of your deception onto my bones.

Again, please touch me there again. Run your hands up my side and across my breast. Breath on my neck, please breathe on my neck one more time. Kiss my thigh and make me shake. Trace my lips with your tongue, please leave me wanting more. Make me beg.

Will these stolen moments ever seem wrong? I know they are wrong, my brain tells me so. The incessant clamoring of my heart drowns out any sensibility I may have once possessed. Like sugar slipping through my fingers, you were never meant to be held for long. I will tell myself anything I want to hear, just to justify your presence.

I am dancing in the silver lining of your sweet face. Twirling it in my fingers and waiting for it to burst, waiting for my body to burst. I’m waiting to explode at the very touch of your lovely fingertips tracing my every curve.

Never is a Promise

“Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.” -Victor Hugo

One year, one whole year has passed and I am stronger than I ever thought possible. I have learned so much and I cherish the lessons, each and every one. No matter how many tears, no matter how afraid I may have been, no matter what I may have lost.

There will always be a hole in my heart, and I will never feel complete until I hold you in my arms again. You are my Sunshine, my only Sunshine.

Where I have been and where I am going, no one knows. All I can do is take what you have given me and take another step. I know there will be many more mistakes and a number of lessons along the way. You will always be in my heart and on the back of my mind. There are little reminders everywhere I turn, this is one more specifically for you. Never is a Promise, and you can't afford to lie.

Something Peculiar For Your Tastebuds...

I have a feeling tonight may be a bit random for all of us. Stay with me, we'll get through it.

As promised, Tyana and I went apartment hunting Saturday. Ok, not really... we were distracted by a fancy lunch at the Dodo and the glitzy window displays of Anthropology. In other words, a beautiful day. (Side note: It was a much-needed tangent of a day, because we had previously made up for our lack of "search" on Thursday. Many possibilities.)

Speaking of tangents, I have a few that are aching to escape.

"It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get."- Rene Descartes

Have you ever truly thought about our basic human instinct? Is it unnatural to be good, to honestly be a good person? I believe it takes work, and it is something we need to strive and work toward every day of our lives. I would love to trust in human nature, even more, I would love to believe in the integrity of all man kind. It's so sad, and yet so humbling to think of what primal creatures we are.

Please do not misinterpreted what I am trying to say. Yes, we do have good qualities amongst the terrible. And yes, you can stumble across a good dead without a lot of work. The truth is it is easier to lie and manipulate than to stand up and defy the popular vote. It is easier to turn away than to share your shoulder with a stranger in need. It is tempting to taste the forbidden fruit, knowing that it is forbidden for a reason. It is far more pleasant to pretend that reason doesn't exist, and you deserve a taste of the fruit. After all, you have earned it because you have been such a 'good' person. See where I am going with this?

"It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad."-C.S. Lewis

On a more jovial note.

“There’s a huge hole in the whole Flood drama, because anything that could float or swim got away scot-free, and it was the idea to wipe out everything, He didn’t say, “I will kill everything, except the floating ones and the swimming ones, who will get out due to a loophole.””-Eddie Izzard

I don't have much to go along with Eddie, I just wanted to point you in a different direction.

Please remember, you were pre-warned... :) Have a fabulous day!