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About Me

I love God, I love serving him, I love the good old bands, I love getting to know knew ones, I love my young people, I love doing the dishes sometimes cause it makes me feel like I've done something. I love blogging when I have something to say, I love packing down venues, I love people who are really random, I love melted cheese, I love reading, I love making friends, I love sleeping in fresh clothes and fresh sheets, I love the yell.com commercials, I love my wonderful young people, I love walking, I love eating healthily and then feeling good about it, I love my family, I love dying my hair, I love making blankets.
I like dancing like a crazy person, I like being alone, I like (ok love) those shows where they decorate houses or buy houses, I like taking pictures, I like going to bed when I'm exhausted, I like having clean teeth all the time, I like moisturinsing, I like shaving my legs,
I don't like being underestimated, I don't like very many kinds of foods, I don't like feeling sick after I eat, I don't like not having money, I don't like swear words, I don't like being bad, I don't like it when people think I fancy them when I don't, I don't like it when I'm not listened to, I don't like being sort of tired, I don't like whinging, I don't like cleaning up. I don't like it when people bite my shoulder. Or touch my feet. Or touch my nose.

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My Interests

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If only...

All of these people.

Drink this in:
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, W.B Yeats

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

My Blog

A personal confession from a frustrated soul

Like any other self-respecting Salvo, I went to Roots this year. I was meant to be on the team I was on last year but for various reasons I ended up not having to work and having a lot of time on my h...
Posted by on Wed, 09 May 2007 07:21:00 GMT

A quick fix

I wish I could fix it. Make his disbelief my own, swallow his pain like a pill, take his loneliness and make it mine. I wish I could pull an Elijah and lay down on top of him, and pray that all h...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Sep 2006 05:41:00 GMT

When it's easy to fall in love

Today is a day when it would be easy to fall in love. One of those days that is so hot and beautiful that you get butterflies in your stomach when you think of, well when you think of a...
Posted by on Thu, 20 Jul 2006 12:42:00 GMT

dudes, im bored.

im so bored. im sitting at home, not much to do. i was ill last night so i couldnt go to work and i couldnt do drop-in that would have swallowed my time. sucky. so, here to help me pass the time, a lo...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 18:20:00 GMT