my dad has cancer.
oh. and i never got the barbie dream house i always wanted.
my dad has cancer.
oh. and i never got the barbie dream house i always wanted.
sometimes (often), i mistype things. i was at work one day chatting with my favorite IM buddy and i intended to say something about being in love when i accidentally typed ‘on love.’ and you know what? it actually makes more sense.
you’re not so much ‘in’ love as you are ‘on’ it, like a drug. that’s why coming off it (break ups) are SO hard. love detox. nothing worse.
i won’t get into the whole euphoria, exhilaration aspect of it. because it’s cliched. and i hate cliches. and i know that hating cliches is SO cliched.
anyway, my point is. i’m on love. and it’s delightful. and scary. and seriously makes all your shit come out (read: i’ve got some major issues).
1. love
2. peanut butter
3. coconut
4. fireworks
5. writing
6. a great book
7. music
8. laughing
9. compassion
10. making lists
11. anything pink
12. my friends
13. shoes (god bless mr louboutin)
14. honesty
15. clothes
16. editing
17. acting out song lyrics
18. comfy pants
19. baking
20. being inappropriate
21. A-HA moments
22. kisses
23. feeling inspired
24. making situations awkward
25. sparkly sidewalks
26. driving with the top down
27. baby anything – animals, humans, desserts…
28. my dad & brother
at long last, i’ve given in…and created a blog. the debut of my writing to the world was supposed to come via novel or perhaps short stories, but who has time for that anymore?! so, here i am: a million years late on the blog-train…and exposing my writing on the dirty, dirty world of the internet. i’m simultaneously embarrassed and excited.
the writer in me has been quiet for far too long. no clue how i went from writing multiple times per day to writing zero times per day. oh wait. i know exactly what it is: my job is getting in the way of my life. and by my life, i mean, my writing.
regardless. i’m back. get ready!