This weeks goal: establish a more organized daily devotional time/ schedule

you are a self-fulfilling prophecy

Every beautiful thing i desire for you

One eye on the moon

spend all day sealing up my seems but by night time
they come seeping through the cracks in my cement
and make me weary, make me weary, wear me down

So many stupid little things are bothering me

Countless cooking magazines

A book you may one day like to read- keep

Local poets and classics

will i ever read "gone with the wind" again?

books given to me by ex-boyfriends, and current friends, old text books

dried flowers given to me by ex-boyrfriends

two bags of old clothing, jackets, bridesmaid dresses

cleaning out, cleaning up

maybe i'm changing

not sure why i keep having to explain that i'm okay

songs about mortality

her eyes were glassy and she told me, "Now I am far more happy," without the trace of a smile to lighten her face.

Every day is it's own challenge. Wake up and face it

started making jokes again

over the course of a movie i forgot i was angry

Sparkling french berry lemonade

Griffith park, los angeles

Santa barbara

San luis Obispo

Recipients of wonder

Cleaning a strangers house gives me time to clear my mind.

Smoke alarms. Airport shuttle. City bus.

Breakfast in a hotel

Late night drives and talks about serial killers

Trum the volume down so i can listen to the sky

Ninety three miles to go

Blue slate sea scape

Finally the ocean arrives

I've been down these crooked roads before

Headed north into the sun

The joy of the lord is my Strength

Follow the road as it rolls out before me

Get away from the temple of the moon

where does it go at the end of the day?

all that stuff we want to say

The things we find embarrassing are so stupid

deadular

I'm not staring at you, i'm just people watching and you happen to be the only person around, so i'm watching you

i know it's mean, but i also think it's okay to ignore any guy who calls me "cutie"