contemplating my options I think sleeping at an immeasurable slant toward the floor- eh.
Grape Soda & Sunshine
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
3:43 AM STORY TIME.
contemplating my options I think sleeping at an immeasurable slant toward the floor- eh.
Friday, August 19, 2011
BUMMERsummer.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
horoscopes.
Friday, October 22, 2010
pennies.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
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.
:
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.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
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.
:
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.