horoscopes.

I see myself.

I'm seemingly entertainable.

I have however been sick. I'm practically incurable.

Doing something, constantly is a definite must.

There is but one thing I do to relieve myself of this illness.

You'll find me. On the couch. In my Sunny apartment.

There will be a simple, logical drink in my hand. I'm not particular.

Caffeine Free Diet Coke with just a hint of lime on the rocks.

Not too complex. Correct?

On my lap you'll find a lab top. Not mine. Not yet.

Four tabs will be opened. :

1. Netflix- I have to Keep Up With The Kardashians.

2. Horoscope.com- giving me insights I wouldn't see otherwise.

3. F.book- too pathetic. Several others with this same addiction.

4. A website allowing me to look deeper into the Kardashians life's.

My hands hold trashy magazines. After all Stars are just like US.

Past the cardigan. Past the Dr. P. Past the seemingly same symptoms.

You'll find Corinne.

Gossiping with me. We'll confer what we discussed thrice that day.

Professedly this is the real reason I don't like taking medicine.

I like the grape, orange and cherry flavor staining your mouth.

I'm healing. But its taking so long. I see this quite beneficial.

pennies.

My obsession for pennies seems perpetual.

Although constant.

I find myself scouting for pennies when a tinsy boost is needful.

But why not look all the days of my life?

Pennies after all are everywhere.

Admittedly.

While everyone looks at this is insignificant value.

I sense this urgency to hoard.

Confession. Compulsion.

I keep any penny I find heads up.

In a small, white envelope- in my top drawer.

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Realizing what I want in times of need can be quite the demand.

I've had those moments.

I feel deserted, gloomy and am in need of some spiritual uplifting.

That's when I seem to call upon my HEAVENLY FATHER the most.

When I appraise my Scripture study.

I open my scriptures, point to a verse and pray.

In anticipation to find that answer I've been inquiring.

Shouldn't I invariably be looking?

Not only on the gloomy days.

On the Sunny days too.

I need that added boost every day.

Bubbles.

I adore bubbles in my tummy.

Naturally from the lips of my mouth. Bubbles make me happy.

If I could bottle up that feeling. I would. Any day.

Some call it emotional distress. Aub's view an elation of peace.

I have this philosophy.

The happier your thoughts. The bigger the bubbles.

Ultimately your going to feel bloated, perhaps agitated.

This inflation brings joy to my soul as sun brings to the valley.

To manipulate this feeling would cause the strangest sensation.

The corners of my lips would soon extend in an upward motion.

As if to cause a smile.

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With fail.

We do not care to notice.

Bubbles eventually must POP.

Our once adolescent goals.

The biggest balloon, the biggest gum ball, the biggest smile.

We blunder as children and discern it cannot always stay the same.

Seeming all so meaningful our enjoyment evaporates.

The Balloon POPS.

The gum looses taste.

The Smile fades.

As we grow our bubbles POP.

10 Things I Hate About You

Patience and Henna go hand in hand.

Let me elaborate.

Henna is an undaunted l♥ve.

To enjoy the beauty of henna,

You must first suffer the agony of the clock ticking.

Slowly but surely the time does pass.

Love like henna, needs nourishment.

Unlike henna you can’t encourage something that you may not have.

Patience.

Love.

Today Sucked.

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Sara&Corinne&Aubray.

That Sprite, That Dr Pepper, That Grape Soda.

Iceburg. Just sounds good.

Chunky flip flops – if you have some Sara it’s okay.

We’re Screwed! (Enthusiastically)

Heath Ledger.

Shakespeare=Love.

Library.

No big deal.

Cardigans.

“Can we be girls this weekend?” –Corinne.