oh bloggy blog,
smoooch, smooch.
how i've missed you, i kiss you all over your face like miss piggy to kermit.
Ms. bloggy, I've been gone, dashing about trying to get a new job. what a process this is. I'm ready to be in the corporate world! i want the coworkers, and the 9-5, and the coffee maker! i'm working just with one other person now, except for the patients that come and go, and i'm ready to be amongst many. i'm ready to be a little more anonymous, and to be a part of something bigger. some projects and deadlines, etc, etc.
Went down to the beach down highway 1 with Amam and the Apilot. we walked through a field and picked artichokes that were coming up. we pretended to find atlantis. i was laughing too hard, we climbed down a rope to get to the beach.
OK, this post is ending, i know it is undramatic, but i'm rough with my blogging.working myself up to it.
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
2 comments:
hey babe, good to see you back, and your cute boobies!
Cool (repeat from Camille's blog but it applies too...).
=)
[-your poems and the annecdote, not your boobies - I'm sure their just fine but I will try not to be a "My Space-ish-like creep" and will leave that to speculataion...]
;-|
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