birds of a feather, stick together.

walking down the street this morning with the clouds and light rain,

i noticed my hands were dirty, my black sweater and brown boots stained,

 hair a mess on top of my head with dried clay on my cheek,

i thought to myself: how did i get here?

i believe i am the happiest i have ever been.

my head is absolutely in next year;

at graduation, in spain, camped out, somewhere else..

i told myself that 23 was my year, and it was.

why do i get the feeling that 24 will be just as good,

if not better? because it will. it absolutely will.

where can i get one of these?
the headpiece that is..

"you are the most important person in your life."

you're welcome

last year i started a dream board but left half of it blank

does that mean i am a work in progress?

i would just like to take a minute and personally thank the author of the sookie stackhouse novels

for providing me with endless hours of escapism and imaginative stimulation

that is all.