Something tells me that you're too scared to go on...
The other day before work I sat reading a book in front of the store. And for a moment, I closed my eyes and was in NYC. All the cars and people; but what really got me was the smell of something delicious. It was just.. not Kenmore.
My purse got stolen at St. Johns festival. Its khaki and has buttons on it. In it was my digital camera, cell phone and many other things that noone would care about. My book was in there and whoever stole it won't care about it but I write things in there and would feel violated if people read my thoughts and responses. And even my pins. Those are me and I don't want them in a dumpster somewhere.
Kayla: (Some refrence to me taking down the man)
Mrs. Koeppel: "The man?"
Me: "yeah, THE man"
Mrs. Koeppel: "Who, Jesus?"
Today I had a good party but I got stung by a bee. I <3 my family.
I sat down to mark up my calander and realized just how little time I have left here (note: one year ago). I marked my appointments but refuse to flip the page of the calander.
I feel so paralyzed right now, I don't know why.