my spoon is too big
what it is
what it was
sign my guestbookie
design
host
i like food!

nothing chunky or piecey

sushi

brownie batter

did i mention no chunks of anything

ice cream

peanut butter hot fudge sundaes

i live in a giant bucket

i am ainslee's mom

i love:
music

college football

allison janney

felicity huffman

and anything written by aaron sorkin rocks.

i hate:
hypocrisy

and most republicans,

although i realize that might be redundant.

i want to live every day like my last, not in a state of fear but of appreciation but i haven't mastered that yet."

go visit my peeps

chnacat


2004-10-23
sand in my shoes

i know that leaving entries composed almost entirely of song lyrics is cheesy ... however, this one sums up my feelings on Fest with such accuracy, that it seems more apt than any previous description I might have heretofore attempted.

It's by Dido. The first time I heard it on the radio, from the very first line, I was bombarded by Fest feelings and memories of re-entry:

two weeks away feels like the whole world should have changed
but I'm home now, and things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack, try to forget for one more night
that I'm back in my flat
on the road where the cars never stop going through the night
to a life where I can't watch the sun set,
I don't have time, I don't have time

I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you but why would I want to
I know we said goodbye, anything else would have been confused
but I want to see you again

tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity
should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
try to remind myself that I was happy here before I knew that I could get
on a plane and fly away
from the road where the cars never stop going through the night
to a life where I can watch the sun set and take my time, take all our time

I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you but why would I want to
I know we said goodbye, anything else would have been confused
but I want to see you again

two weeks away, all it takes, to change and turn me around I've fallen
I walked away, and never said, that I wanted to see you again

I've still got sand in my shoes and I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you but why would I want to
I know we said goodbye, anything else would have been confused
but I want to see you again

<< & >>

tiny hats

sipping: dp

hearing: radio, some old mick jagger song

thinking about: changing the litter box, actually

i am a banana.

Know, Don't Know, Wish Others Knew

Mercy as a Default

Quiet Desperation

GRRRRRR!!!!

Help if you can


everything�s gonna be ok!

"Sometimes there just aren't enough rocks ... "
-forrest gump