I missed class yesterday because of my friend's emotional emergency ( Read more... )

I was walking down the street today and had the sudden desire to call up my mom. I wanted to talk to her, but not the real her, just an idealized mother that I don't have hold of. So, for fear of having my heart broken when reality answered, I never called.

I may have to read that book Motherless Mothers.  I hear it does wonders for a girl.

Eat, Pray, Love
One Woman's Search for Everything
Across Italy, India, and Indonesia

by  Elizabeth Gilbert

*After reading the small excerpt on a certain celebrity-lesbian's blog, I've come to the conclusion that when I next find myself in Pioneer Square I may have to stop in at Elliott Bay Bookstore and purchase myself a copy. Even if it is only to ( Read more... )

It seems all I want to do is read, write, and research things on my own time. I have no patience for the real world and desperately want a studio with soft lighting, fresh flowers, a window that looks out over the city, an old bookshelf, and a typewriter.

I broke and bought my brother starbucks shotglasses ( Read more... )

I found a lot of books I thought I'd lost and some I'd forgot I had. Dozens of books that made me fall in love everytime I picked one of them up ( Read more... )