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About Me

"It just kind happened, so I just went along with it"-Story of my life.Hey, I'm Reese (Or T-Baby, as I'm so endearingly called at times!) I'm your typical quirky, bubbly, babyfaced lover, who has a penchant for life. People would describe me as nice, but slightly eccentric at times. I like to make fun out of what I can.I love life, I'm whimsical and spontaneous, and the most free spirited girl you'll ever meet. I don't care what you think about me, my potty mouth, my loathe of monogamy,or my zest for living. I love dressing up, I'm that weird girl who wears antique hats in public. I keep bubbles in my purse at all times. I like concerts; but my biggest turn-off in the world is if your the guy that yells "freebird" (You won't get any from me that way!) I'm a vagabond-I live out of my car, and wherever it's convenient to sleep; my great-grandma was a gypsy-it's in my blood. I always have a book in my purse. (most likely from a Russian author)I love tattoos, piercings, and expressing yourself through the art you choose to have on your body for the rest of your life. I have lots of bad ideas, but I roll with them anyway. My sisters are my heroes, end of story. I love playing my banjo and my mandolin, and opera lessons are the only way to spend a Sunday. I love used bookstores, because I like thinking about what the person who read it before me thought.I love flowers, the color yellow, butterflies, music (ask me anything I'll know it!) Hello Kitty, kissing, my Cadillac {R.I.P Gertrude, you will be missed!), My volkswagon beetle (Yay Betsey!), Tigres (And please remember to roll the r.) I think I'm in love with everyone in the world, and I like meeting peoples parents. I also dig flying kites, licking popsicles, strawberries, Skeletons, health food, cooking for people, Thai Iced tea, archery, and of course dollface, YOU! So have a good time, and drop me a line.

My Blog

How the West Was Won

Sundown gunshow, barrels lockedBlank stare into cold brown eyesYou try to sneak a step aheadbut your already to far behind This is how the west was won, bitch.One shot straight to your lying headYour ...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 00:22:00 GMT

Festive

It seems like every other holiday.Or even like yesterday, when you held me in your arms stillBut I’ve got bigger qaulms than religionAnd you’ve got empty arms, with nothing to holdBut lets...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Mar 2008 10:56:00 GMT

The "F" word

I've never been one for labels; unless of course it's Marc Jacobs, but this is a label I'm proud to say I've aquired-feminist. I know what your thinking-oh god, she's a man-hating, flannel wearing les...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 19:13:00 GMT

My Dirty Secret.

Everyone has a few skeletons in their closet. From hooking up with their best friends boyfriend, to rehab, to running through k-mart naked, most people have a few stories or blurbs they'd rather have ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 16:57:00 GMT

Death and Shoes

I never thought moccasins mattered. Shoes in general, are such a trivial part of the day. They are taken for granted, worn on the feet, left to all the elements, rain, sleet, snow, doesn't matter we...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Mar 2007 18:00:00 GMT

Not meant to offend....or is it?

Today on Channel one, there was a story about a Rabbi who threatened to sue an airline because they displayed Christmas trees and not a menorah. Ridiculous. Now, I know all about seperation of church...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 15:19:00 GMT

For the love of everything.

Sometimes I feel out of touch with the world. Well, not with the world with people. I feel like I am so far behind everyone, like I'm looking at everything for the first time, like every flower is som...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Jul 2006 22:56:00 GMT

To my dearly departed

Honestly. It's rare that words would elude me, most of the times it feels like my hands just graze over the keyboard and I always know the perfect thing to type. But how do you type when you can't fee...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 00:02:00 GMT

This ones to you, my dear.

Once upon a time... Isn't that how most fairytales start out? Once upon a time, something happened, and then it was resolved, because that's just how things go in books. I know a lot of you are thinki...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Jun 2006 21:05:00 GMT

Remorse? Regret? Or am I just dumb?

And I left you. I didn't really explain why, and I really don't know how, but I gathered all the courage and strength I had, even though according to everyone my pants are falling off, and I'm on the ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 May 2006 17:00:00 GMT