Pus and blood is all I know, my poor body keeps getting knocked down every time I get a leg up.

I'm not sure if this time in my life is the happiest, the saddest or maybe just a time that I'll vaguely remember fondly but other memories will trump.  I miss you and wish you weren't states away.  Youre so happy that you met me, thats why you must leave for the night.  I understand completely.  How close do any of you really feel to anybody?  I crave that closeness, I can't escape this seriousness but I can't seem to take anything seriously lately except for these sinking emotions.  Sometimes I want to make big things happen and other times I want to escape to my house and curl up in a tight, safe ball of body heat and somebody elses life projected onto a screen.  My skin hurts from all this growing and healing, my wounds and my soul are taking on such big tasks lately and my body can barely keep up.  How do you know if youre happy?

Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggg.  

It takes me three hours to finish a cup of coffee

The squares on my calendar are filling up.  My walls aren't as empty as they once were. The conversations I'm having are honest and filled with laughter.  My stomach isn't constantly growling at me anymore.  Thoughts and images pour from my brain to my frantic hands to the paper on my desk.  My skin feels good and my vision is clear.  I'm not content and I'm working towards not growing up. 

Also; I acquired a map and a lucky stick.

Tramps like us....

Fall/winter itinerary (so formal) :

-August 20th-23rd Best Friends Day in Richmond, Va

-August 23rd-?? D.C., Baltimore.....???

-September: WORK WORK WORK

-October: NEW YORK

-November: CHICAGO, PHILLY, SOMEWHERE ELSE

-December: Somewhere wonderful

All I want to do is feel fresh, new air blowing in my face and new pavement under my wheels.  I'm tired of feeling at home and want to know what its like to miss it again.  My enthusiasm for life is threatening to burst out of my self and no, not like a fart!  Magic game tonight, lets go big boiz!

Also, new adbusters is almost better than anything I've read this year.  I'll elaborate at a later time for sure.

Stick N' Poke !

Uke <3

There's a definite stir in the air; part of it is rather comforting and is tickling my heart and soul while the other part is encouraging a whole range of wild, positive events and feelings that are surging through me. I've been spending more and more time outside bruising my knees and sweating through my shoes. Finally being able to breath without the confines of a skin tight mask made out of swatches of insecurities and false social pressures feels like a load off my poor lungs. I'm letting out a metaphorical sigh of relief every time I breath out, how nice!

Okay, so heres the deal:

                               Dent May is a uke-dream boat that is taking up every inch of my sound space, so beautiful and inspiring!  

Vegan cookies and water and this...

I forgot how wonderful Billie Holiday is for any kind of day.  Once I've learned "I wanna hold you hand" on my uke I will take on a whole assortment of Billie songs starting with "Summertime".  

My mom and grandmother always reminded me not to go to bed with wet hair or else you'll wake up with a cold.  I have ignored this advice my whole life, last night included, except i had extraaa wet hair. This morning I woke up with the sorest of throats and have spent the better part of my day curled up in covers.  Maybe they were right or maybe I'm just being paranoid about wet locks.  ><  Bummer.

OH, I can ride my bike with no handle bars...this is a real accomplishment for me and I'm stoked.