Jun 22, 2007 19:39
With a guitar pick resting in my mouth - like a toothpick, like a cigarette, like a farmer's piece of straw - I write.
With Daffy the Girafey resting his head on my arm - i imagine he is smiling and content - so I write.
With my itunes on Shuffle - Bethany Dillon getting the privelige of singing to me - i write.
Today, I was excited because i pretended to be an introvert, with the house all to myself: I to choose and compile my lunch - half a toasted bagel and creme cheese, sunchips, banana, kiwi, and home-dried pears; I to choose to finish reading Exodus; I to dawn my exercise clothes and take a reluctant and panting dog on a jog - not run. Then, I to talk to myself and an indifferent, fat beagle while on this said jog, saying to him, "No, don't you dare poop. you can hold it in. i believe in you. you're not listening to me, but that's ok. yes it is. mhm. allright, poops - i mean puppy. i cannot believe i even just said that, Aand you're still not listening to me..."
people who talk to themselves are so weird.
I AM brilliant, appealing and... single.
I have asthma, but i don't want to miss out.
I AM dazzling. averting a collision. colorful. serendiptous. sweet. asian. touchable. small.
I AM lost in a fog.
... Joanna and i made collages describing ourselves. =)
nice to meet you.
I don't understand God, but he is Good - i'm pretty sure of that. yes.
quick update:
"light headed", cuz my hair's super short now.
seeing hs friends is rather fun.
summer jobs: 1) "driving miss daisy" 2) Hallmark.
I am content. I am blessed.