suffering.

there is no greater pain than that of one who stubs one's toe.

first it was a spider.

i wish i could describe the mouse that was in my dream last night. it had four legs and they were all underneath it and it was hopping around like a really excited little mouse. it was fantastic.

cross-contamination.

my cereal kinda tastes like rosemary. i'm not quite sure what to make of that.

sweet tat, bro.

my pet peeve is when people say 'tat' instead of 'tattoo'. it's only three extra letters and one extra syllable. abbreviating already short words is somewhere between laziness and lameness.

down to you.

i'll always remember when ashley lawlor and i used to go see freddie prinze jr. movies at famous players cinema and drink 7up through reglisse straws.

bite my bakery, bitch.

i love when things smell like cupcakes.

people change.

i never thought i'd see the day where i could honestly say that i hate sleeping alone.

i really hate sleeping alone.

thoughts and things.

life is short when you think about all the things you want to do

and really long when you think about all the things you haven't done.

...or something like that.

i got so city girl on you.

a deep fear of mine is that one day i will have a subscription to 'country living' magazine.

something that's hard to remember.

i love to be alive.

things suck sometimes.
and then they stop sucking.


i have amazing people in my life.

i am surviving.


i am one lucky bitch.