although suicide is a terrible thing, it is somewhat settling to hear
when someone has gone on a shooting rampage that they committed
suicide afterwards.
its better than them walking around in a jail cell paid for by me, for 30
years, living for free, only to get away with whatever they did on
an insanity plea or just dying of old age in jail.
barter and trade, eye for and eye...those were the days i would love to live in.

its a whole schmorgishborg of feelings; all of them good.

i absolutely cannot wait to see what everyday has to say.

nyc and raye.
time of my life.
i finally met the talented, sara renee
and toured to school of my dreams.

life fell apart and now its coming back together.
i love my best friends and even my not so best friends.

this year has been amazing so far and every person ive
opened myself up to has proven to be worth it.
im comfortable with me but striving to be better.

my life has balance, and even when it doesn't...
i smile.

i have been blessed so much to have
a mother and a grandmother that are
2 of the strongest christian women
i know and my church knows at my disposal
im learning to not take offense
and learning to be a lady

peyton is beyond everything else, the most precious gem in my life.

just keep throwing bricks on that wall
im not going to talk about it
because you don't care to hear.

i am so blessed
(and i have been for
so long, but my eyes and heart
just didnt' appreciate it much
until just recently)

i am where i am and i love it

my eyes are so open now
and i see everything in flourescent
its a beautiful world
and im finally learning to appreciate
every bad thing thats happened
that put me where i am.

its taken every muscle in my body
to NOT call someone and express
my disdain for him and the predicament
im in.
thank you, god for showing my control
in that department if not anything else
today.