la vie en rose
i don't think i can ever have too much la vie en rose.
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hope you have a blushing tuesday.
now let's please bring home the rest
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in gratitude.
amazing grace
as in nature, as in art, so in grace; it is rough treatment that gives souls, as well as stones, their luster.~thomas guthrie
that kind of day
yesterday i asked the baristas to make all my venti drips with room for ativan.
i watched a student practically bleed out during spin class, and still try to keep time to tempo.
last night i took the chardonnay into the tub with me.
darlings pick me, dance me a gig, sing me a song, tell me your favorite color butterfly.
anything to forget yesterday's wretchedness.
till then i'm investigating if they have wifi.
{i may need to be blogging somewhere anew}
my theology
when i do good, i feel good.
when i do bad, i feel bad.
that's my religion.
-abraham lincoln
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after hours
an evening of hobnob and passed baby burgers makes katie a stiff girl.
bravotv film crews galore.
chatter of blowouts, spray-tans, and lash extensions-
i haven't washed my hair since tuesday, my eyebrows act as peppery lid shadow.
no, i'm not the newest housewife....have you seen my aaaa cup, 12 year old boy breasts?
reverie love
i didn't think yesterday could get any jollier.
{it was a wonderful day for california}
but there on my doorstep as i twirled into my house was the most fantastic box o' sweetness.
the bonny and bright melissa of reverie daydream gifted me with her blessed blue bottle coffee.
we, down south, don't have the pleasure of this yummy, rich, organic, black love.
apparently, public tantrums are persuasive.
7pm be damned! i brewed a cup pronto. there would be no waiting until morning for me.
i savored my deep, inky wonderland to the very last drop.
my only wish was for melissa to be there to share a cup with me.
squeaks and squeals sprung when i noticed another bundle in my package?!
an exquisite alena hennessy scarf! it's like wearing art around my neck.
if you haven't already fallen under the spell of melissa mcardle your life is lacking.
her online boutique offers one of a kind, inspired, ethical and elegant products.
her blog ferries you to lands, times, and spaces where beauty blooms organically. she sets a tempo where life is lived gracefully and fair.
thank you dear mel. you stir the better girl in me to come out and play.
awareness....much?
i've been writing in this journal since march.
i've furiously scribbled fears and foibles i wish to erase.
i've exhumed memories which never needed revisiting.
with pen in hand, i've vigorously quarried and tunneled for the quiet mind, the peaceful heart.
anxiety ridden pages anguishing over moments missed; taking myself to task for not savoring the sweet in each second.
today is the first day i noticed what is written on its cover.
fools rush in
sigh...
some are such a level of cool i choke breathing in their opposite air.
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the meditation isn't working....
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!
i need earplugs for the silence!
my {many} attempts to go inward and still have rendered me in slobbering fits.
i want to pluck a banjo whilst wearing a tutu;
not find my breathy bliss sans pretty pictures in my head.
how do you nutjobs people do it?
is my music not sitar-fused enough? my kundalini too j. crew?help please.
i'm determined to nail this zen shit.
an ending. please.
this week ends the deadliest month in the afghanistan war.
nothing really more to say. crying feels better.
i have the flu so my maudlin mood magnifies with whims of vapors and fits of fury.
being sick sends me into my weepiest, most melodramatic, has-been actress theatrics.
antony and the johnsons play in every speaker of the house. all tv's muted on msnbc {2:15 it gets good}.
wishing you peace this weekend my friends.
for our soldiers:
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forget ya troubles c'mon get happy!
balls to bleakness.
i see you mr. sunshine; winky winky-ing at me behind that cloudy grey.
giggling is my score.
sloppy, summer smiles are my accessories.
grid of memories from the past and fears of the future; enslaving me to stupor:
i thee depart.
euphoric chaos of the present, i shall wear you like a resplendent ballgown.
let's dance.
critical mass
accolades and audiences may tempt a loftier leap or sweeter smile,
but my own eyes and ears rank heaviest on my overall opera.
i find my finest feats of human kindness are always best carried out stag.
there's nothing more fulfilling than hearing the applause of just my own heart and head.
happy weekend
i'll take sleep wherever i can find it these days.
i have a bear of a weekend dears.
what about you?
bitter
batshit crazy = me.
five of our smoke alarms decided to lose their juice last night starting at 1:38am.
not to take up all my time at once, each alarm politely waited 45 minutes in turn {once i had re-ensconced myself back into bed} to SOUND their hair curling screech screech.
the beasts tried to runaway to the nearest kill shelter; absolutely worthless in courage and pluck. they both have appointments with psychiatrists this morning: priscilla is binge eating and cutting herself, and truman is maniacally rocking back and forth, sucking his thumb.
i'm taking today one hour at a time; spoonfuls of coffee grounds into my mouth for energy.
i pity the fool who pisses me off today.
oh, and honey if you're reading this......really, really, really hope you're having a good time on the pebble beach bachelor party. last night was super fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun; so sorry you missed it....
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angel kisses
kinda not hating on my freckles these days....
when i was young and not so fancy on my freckly face; my aunt charla told me my spots were merely kisses from the angels above. i had a smattering of specks so this narrative helped me out of some angst- ridden, adolescent hiding.
this is also the aunt who told me thunder and lightning is the sound of dead nuns and priests bowling strikes in heaven.