For if we don't find/The next whiskey bar
It's my my sis's birthday and we are going to the pub!❤❤❤❤What should we drink?!Happy Birthday Sweet Vics!(and holla to my other gorgeous UK sister Sam's birthday too- We are having one for you!)I just love a Saturday night

Sorta Teal
Twice a week I am going to throw down some reposts for nablopomo.(originally posted on 2/3/09)I would like to define itWhen it comes creeping aroundGive it a nameOr a reasonExplain it like a bad Rachael Ray recipeLike the argument unresolved at midnightLike the way carob tastesBut all I do is sling it over my shoulder and carry it aroundKeenly aware of the way it feelsBut unsure wher

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I love that my friend Kelly is starting to blog for Working Mother.I know she loves the blog world and is dipping her feet in it now.She's here. Check her out.Leave her a comment? You know how it feels to get one. :)And btw- Working Mother is a fab mag.I read it the other day at the gym. Um. Love.

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
It took me about 10 song shuffles to find my groove while working out tonight.I was on the bike and peddling like a wussy until I found some Dylan and then I just snapped into it. "Hurricane" came on and I rolled right back to the early nineties, back into a dark faux wood paneled living room in a jalopy of a house that I shared with several cool girls.We would sit in slumpy lumpy old chairs that we rescued from the curb and listen to Dylan.Books would be open and dinner would be cooking and we would be smoking Meigs County gold and the world was pretty darn slow.I can't even think about that song without fury.

sudden silent trout
"Now she need not listen. It could not last, she knew, but at the moment her eyes were so clear that they seemed to go round the table unveiling each of these people and their thoughts and their feelings, without effort like a light stealing under water so that it's ripples and the reeds in it and the minnows balancing themselves, and the sudden silent trout are lit up hanging, trembling." -Virginia WoolfTo The LighthouseIt's not even freaky or scary anymore how Virginia Woolf has visited me three times this year. In the deep of the night. She's rough and not at all chummy.She stands at my bed, at the foot of m