saturday

i'm tired. and sad. and mad. and irritated. god knows why people like me.

flirt

today, a man who was easily in his eighties blew me a kiss as he left the store. i can't even begin to tell you how cute this was. being popular amongst octogenarians isn't bad.

solitude

it's awfully damned quiet around here.

everlasting arms

"i was made to live without you but i'm never gonna understand, never understand."

sewing

i haven't been sewing as much lately. part of me thinks this is a good thing.

self-conscious

there is nothing like a "photo shoot" to make one (okay, me) feel completely insecure. luckily, she made me so beautiful. thank you, photoshop. you are my hero.

november

and my annual bout with laryngitis/bronchitis has begun. every single november, which is a month that has very little going for it to begin with. did you know more serial killers are born in november than any other month? there's your fun fact of the day, which i would tell you if i had any voice left at all. sigh.