::hooray::

::i:: am going to the beach for. a. week. and. a. half.

the first day of summer...

... is awfully cloudy and drizzly and dreary.
summer. is supposed. to be ::sunny::.

::the couch::

things i ::considered:: doing while stuck on the couch:
organizing my pictures.
training the dog...
at least to stop combining "sit" and "lay down."
planning a christmas party.
organizing the clothes that have gotten disorganized in the last week.
since they haven't been put in a home yet.
writing a cover letter.
calling everyone i need to catch up with.
reading the book of church order.
ordering way too many things online.

things i ::actually:: did while stuck on the couch:
read a separate peace.
and a lot of old sunday funnies.
restarted reading boundaries.
watched the second season of friends.
and the first season of family guy.
and a rebel without a cause.
and how to lose a guy in ten days.
and a streetcar named desire.
and the a&e biography of johnny cash.
talked to my carin.
putzed around online for ::hours::.
pretended to be in rear window.

it's friday. i'm in love. -the cure-

i love. love. love. that my tailbone is ::not:: broken.

my current creative outlet.

"while my heart is a shield and i won't let it down,

while i am so afraid to fail so i won't even try,

well how can i say i'm alive?"


"it feels so much lighter now i met you."


"well i shall not, i shall not be moved,

sing ... i shall not, i shall not be moved,

just like a tree thats standin' by the water...

i shall not be moved."


"in the twilight glow i see her,

blue eyes crying in the rain.

when we kissed goodbye and parted,

i knew we'd never meet again."


"all you kids get out the back door.

i've never seen her this bad before.

took all her favourite things
down from the window

and broke them all over her clean floor.

it's saturday at the mansion,

the oldest boy
walks with a slouch.

the young ones are wild in the back of the house,
and she gave up and went back to sleep on the couch.
something as simple as boys

and girls

gets tossed all around
and then lost in the world.

something as hard as a prayer
on your back

can't wait a long time for an answer.

so i'm wearing my footsteps into this floor.

one day i won't live here anymore.

someone will wonder
who lived here before
and went on their way.

i live too many miles from the ocean.

and i'm getting older

and odd.

i get up every morning with a black cup of coffee

and i talk to the mother of God."

it's friday. i'm in love. -the cure-

i love this photo. it just ... well ... kills.


my clothes all in stacks.
the view out my front window...
my bedroom window...
off my roof.
my neighborhood.
"maybe if i bunch them all up together..."
finding my hidden gate wine bottle from krissy.
entourage.
"pretend to be on the phone. be focused."
that the blues fest is this weekend.
starting a process.

hm.

taken by david nightingale.
entitled: the state of the union.

always listing.

still unpacking.
7/8ths of the way through organizing clothes.
a bedroom again piled high with boxes.
a clean house now disrupted.
anticipating x4.
unalphabetized dvds.
eating chips in a laundry basket.
christmas lights on the back porch.
the clear remnants of a party.
reading myself to sleep.
instead of watching myself to sleep.
cookbook designs.
my kiddos in the nursery.
lots and lots and lots and lots and lots...
of new people.
lunch with my sister tomorrow.
lots of phonecalls to make.
lots of business to tend to.
lots and lots and lots and lots and lots...
of unpacking still to do.
cooking real supper in my apartment.
power strips to find.
needing to paint my toes.
having trouble with falling down lately.
::smirk::
lots of bandaids to prove it.
always something about the dog...
my screen is up in the apartment.
having trouble locating things.
it's all "in a box somewhere."
at least i know where my toothbrush is.

it's friday. i'm in love. -the cure-

i love that it's really saturday afternoon.
that i can change my date & time on blogspot.
that at 11:59 last night there were still people all over my house.
olivia being so good and calm.
and doing tricks.
finding new friends that ::have:: to meet tatiana.
getting through a housewarming party.
seeing the dysfunction sooner and sooner everytime.
my dvd collection.
combined with ariel's dvd collection.
plans to rewatch both seasons of the oc.
job ::possibilities::.
a clean house.
crashes.
x3. finally. 4:45 today.
that cal the cactus is unpacked and in the window.
that today is a pretty day.
that today is a sweatpants day.
all day.

the wreckers...

{comprised of michelle branch & jessica harp}
... are unbelievably fabulous. ::they sing patty::.
i love their sound. and i love their writing.

words by jessica harp:
got my headlights shining
down an old dirt road
smoke my cigarettes
i should quit, i know

the radio's playing
old country songs
someone's leaving, someone's cheating
on and on

i think i might like
the quiet nights
of this empty life

cause someday maybe
somebody will love me like i need
and someday i won't have to prove
cause somebody will see
all my worth but until then
i'll do just fine on my own
with my cigarettes
and this old dirt road

see i left another
good man tonight
i wonder if he'll miss me
lord knows i tried

but i think that maybe
the thing that i did wrong
was put up with his bullshit
for far too long

i ain't gonna sleep
i ain't gonna dream
about the things that i used to need
i ain't gonna cry
or go on living lies
i'm just gonna drive

cause someday maybe
somebody will love me like i need
and someday i won't have to prove
cause somebody will see
all my worth but until then
i'll do just fine on my own
with my cigarettes
and this old dirt road