I'd rather die with the sun on my face.
Update day! It seemed appropriate.
I'm trying to keep tabs on my life more, because I like looking back at things I only half remember. Half remembering is more chaotic than completely forgetting, and few things make me happier than remembering/finding things I'd once lost or forgotten. This is also the reason I should take more pictures.
Music is a beautiful trigger, and not a day goes by that I do not pull it.
Clarity for clarity's sake is unnecessary, and yet that is all I stress when I work with people.
I had thoughts written on a white legal pad but it is sitting at my apartment. Yeah, I know its weird, a white legal pad.
There are red pens everywhere.
I have no idea what being a grownup is all about, but I get the feeling I should learn pretty quickly. I am less than six months away from 24 which is not quite as young as it used to be. But thankfully, its nowhere near as old as it used to be either. In another time I'd be married with kids by now. Yes, kids plural.
Patrice's dad got remarried over the weekend. Him and the new Mrs. are honeymooning in Mexico. I was looking at the pictures the family put up on facebook, and everything just looks so...pretty. I mean, Miami probably had a little something to do with that. But it made me think as well, the next/last time I'll have a reason to wear an extravagantly pretty dress is my wedding (well, unless the highly unlikely scenario of being featured in a Vogue or Vanity Fair (fuck, or even Interview) photo spread happens to come along). And that's a little terrifying. I'm not sure why.
I play in the Human League.
xoxo
Xlynn
I'm trying to keep tabs on my life more, because I like looking back at things I only half remember. Half remembering is more chaotic than completely forgetting, and few things make me happier than remembering/finding things I'd once lost or forgotten. This is also the reason I should take more pictures.
Music is a beautiful trigger, and not a day goes by that I do not pull it.
Clarity for clarity's sake is unnecessary, and yet that is all I stress when I work with people.
I had thoughts written on a white legal pad but it is sitting at my apartment. Yeah, I know its weird, a white legal pad.
There are red pens everywhere.
I have no idea what being a grownup is all about, but I get the feeling I should learn pretty quickly. I am less than six months away from 24 which is not quite as young as it used to be. But thankfully, its nowhere near as old as it used to be either. In another time I'd be married with kids by now. Yes, kids plural.
Patrice's dad got remarried over the weekend. Him and the new Mrs. are honeymooning in Mexico. I was looking at the pictures the family put up on facebook, and everything just looks so...pretty. I mean, Miami probably had a little something to do with that. But it made me think as well, the next/last time I'll have a reason to wear an extravagantly pretty dress is my wedding (well, unless the highly unlikely scenario of being featured in a Vogue or Vanity Fair (fuck, or even Interview) photo spread happens to come along). And that's a little terrifying. I'm not sure why.
I play in the Human League.
xoxo
Xlynn