From the BIRTHDAY PRINCESS
i’m 24 today! i’m not just having an amazing birthday, but a wonderful birthday week! i am so grateful to everyone who i saw, who called me, who sent cards and messages, who bought (or will buy) me drinks, who bought me wonderful gifts, who baked me carrot cake. i have such an indescribably good feeling about turning 24/the year 2012 and i am the LUCKIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD to have so...
The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.– Jean Cocteau
Oh, my heart is thirsty for your kisses; they are the dew which should restore...– Nathaniel Hawthorne to Fiancee Sophia Peabody, 1839
Book Review #1, The Help
I read A LOT, but this is the first time I’ve attempted to “review” something. I typically just scribble my gut reactions and likes/dislikes about my latest read in a notebook. This is kind of like that, but significantly longer. I’m a terrible reviewer, because while I’m always happy to talk books, I don’t usually care about influencing anyone one way or another. This is a sort of weird...
Poetry, as promised.
I wrote a haiku almost every day from mid-October to mid-November. Here are some of the best ones: *** small, neat, seventeen syllable packages of emotion. haiku. *** sleep is a drunken lover, crawling into bed well past 2 am. *** gin and vermouth, you sneaky little bastards, you win, okay? you win. *** tea, stationary, a croissant, heavy rain, scotch remind me of you. *** ...
My Sister: Stop caring what other people think. It’s your worst quality.
Me: I resent that. I don’t have any bad qualities.
My Sister: That’s your second worst quality.
I fell asleep Carelessly - Hugging a pillow to my chest. I woke up Disoriented - My elbows stiff, All the muscles in my arms aching. It’s been a really long time Since I’ve held anything Tangible, Heavy, Warm, Real.
Obligatory December Holiday Post
“Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this...
I Wouldn't Like Me If I Met Me (or why this blog...
Over gin martinis (which I may or may not be allergic to) with my best friend of ten years, I recently divulged that I’ve spent the past five years of my life not really liking who I am, not even knowing who I am really, which is worse. I guess the idea had been bouncing around in my brain for a while, but it wasn’t until it came out of my mouth last night that I realized the extent to which the...
Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but...– Kathleen Kelly, You’ve Got Mail