January 2011
10 posts
Someone wrote recently about fighting and being fought for.
I’m sure there’s something to be said beyond this, but this is what I have at the moment.
Yes. That sounds good, I’ll have that.
Happiness, please?
To life:
Sweetheart, sweetie, baby, babe, darling, doll, honey…
And any combination thereof.
I’ve been in relationships where it takes a second to remember how to vocalize the other person’s name, it hadn’t been used in so long.
A lot has happened. Very quickly.
There’s so much to say, and so few words… My head is still jumbled and reeling.
I just have to take a...
3:45AM and Apparently, I Can Cook.
Another thing about life that I love:
I was having a bad night. One person, with angry words, turned what was a emotionally productive day into a night without sleep. My brain couldn’t shut off, replaying the childish outburst over and over and over…
And then someone, out of the blue, complimented me.
A Chef at a restaurant in the UK that had earned 3 Michelin Stars told me I should...
West of North
“LIFE KEEPS MOVING. My adventures that were just a couple months ago, feel as if they were a million years ago.” (…) “places that were under my feet and that I was a part of once so intimately, now seem billions of miles away, and once again out of my reach, as I sit in this cold, wet, rainy, lonely city. Yet, I am in Portland, a place that has its own reputation. And I...
“…I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes…”
A city growing out of the forest:
I should be writing something meaningful here, but my head is swimming and I can’t pin down what I want to say.
Probably something poignant about the Portland skyline, fast cars with tinted windows, conversation over gimlets and sushi, and a very nice dog named Bella.
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Honest to Blog?
Why is it so easy to be so honest with strangers?
Is it just me? A flaw in my makeup that gives everyone the benefit of the doubt and ALL of my trust before they have a chance to prove they’re untrustworthy?
I really, honestly, do NOT have that much faith in humans.In ultimate fact, I think we’re all dishonest and shady and wouldn’t trust my neighbor to watch my dog; but for...
“We took the town to town last night. We kissed like we invented it. And now I...”
Photo shoot tomorrow.
I really model because I think it’s funny that someone would like to take pictures of my body, in its condition.
It’s like a trainwreck, ya know? Can’t take your eyes off of it.
Ha.