i am frustrated. at myself. for these things, tiny things, that i allow to overwhelm my demeanor. i know, if you know me, this is very much a reflection of everything i do. and that...adds to my frustration. rhys and i had a very long talk just the other night. gathered in a damp dive bar, chain smoking, and discussing. over animated, as always, i ( Read more... )

so many times i look back at these moments, snap shots i have jotted down. however, sometime after this my entries became an entrapment of love and lust...meeting jacob, thoughts of marriage...and slowly i became to live with rather than without. not that this is in any way negative, more so a change of heart. a change i have not ever fully learned ( Read more... )

i had drinks with an old friend from high school tonight. he was actually my first puppy love. i thought after five years he'd have more to say. he mostly just seemed uncomfortable with the fact that i am married. it was a very awkward two hour interlude.

i also wanted to share photo fun time with the bryan cat posse:


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sitting in the basement office slowly smoking while drinking inappropriately iced coffee. it must be below thirty degrees outside. i have been sifting through past entries realizing i truly don't write about anything that makes sense. so, as of late life has been wonderful. diverge skateboarding company has taken some amazing turns. we start our ( Read more... )

it seems as though its been forever, to those of you who still linger about this long lost journal. these days i'm only at this desk for business, silly little skateboard company. i thought i'd share some memories from this last month for they have been some of my favorite so far. like a perennial i flourish yearly, yet only when the summer says ( Read more... )

we buried Poppa today. the last time we saw him was in july for his birthday. that same week he flew to california to spend what he called, "the last of his days." Poppa spent his time among family in san diego; he called often to talk about the weather and beautiful flowers. last friday he passed in his sleep, what he told us he always wanted. ( Read more... )

to celebrate fices 24 year survival out of the womb, we biked across the city:


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i sit here casually sipping orange juice from a tiny carton. frankenstein walks the desk delicately. tilly perches over my shoulder. it all comes down to one thought...i don't think i have ever mopped so much in my life? a week and one day ago, we set out to remove the oil drums from our basement. the same oil drums our inspector told us were ( Read more... )

one hour and forty eight minutes until i will lock up these doors for the last time. i love quitting jobs. i have five days off until the new one begins. how dearly i look forward to my 10:45 - 5 shifts...only after two weeks of nine to five training. i think i'll live. my husband told me all week, i'm going to suprise you with dinner one night ( Read more... )

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