6.04.2012

Love Note

I wrote some fiction. 
I don't even know how it happened.
Liar. I do know.
One day I let myself go there,
and then I wrote it down.

That's the beauty of writing, it takes you places...

DSC_4956e2I want to kiss you long and hard, enough for the world to become a blur, enough so that it's just us--me and you--for a still second. A quiet driveway, a busy sidewalk, sitting beside you on a crowded subway--any place will do, really. It doesn't matter where because it matters who. It matters that it is you, right now, wherever we are.

And it will happen because I can't hold it in. That is not like me. I try, I do, but it will not stay wrapped neatly. I try with words or a glance, but you can't know how I badly I want to hold you, touch you, until you feel me tell you. Or is it that I'm afraid you'll forget how deep my love is? But how can you not know? I'm so very bad at keeping secrets.

We will stand in the grocery store, picking wine, looking at years and countries and labels. Without turning to see me, you will ask which one I want with dinner. I'll smile because it doesn't really matter. It doesn't matter one bit. What I want is you across from me, reaching for my hand, knowing I am there because I choose to be. So, I'll tug at your arm to catch your warm eyes and pull you close for that kiss, the kiss that makes it all go blurry. And from my tip-toes I'll reach you and pull you in so you can feel it, all of it, if only for a second. I'll land back on the ground and your smile will meet mine as I grab a red from some year, from some country. Neither of us will care too much about the wine now.

It's not about the wine.

It never was.

5.26.2012

Commercial Break: Hair Be There

This balding toothless brunette is coming to visit me tomorrow.
She made this video in high school and I've been trying to get it on the blog ever since.
Luckily, I have someone on the inside who thought to bless my inbox with it last night.

Prayers have been answered and we can all entertain ourselves over this long weekend.

Cheers!

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5.24.2012

Dear Letters

Dear friday, you should have traded places with tuesday.

Dear table, you're too heavy for me to turn right side up, but you sure look great.

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Dear ears, nose, and throat, get it together. sick for a week? not cool. not cool.

Dear mug, thanks for coming through with the tea.

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Dear sponsors, i moved, traveled, and got sick. we'll start fresh again in june. *hugs*

Dear shirt, i destroyed you during the gladiator run, but 17 obstacles and 3.75 miles was worth it.

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Dear vegas, i'm coming to visit next month. i'm bringing neon.

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Dear sunglasses from shay, sorry i sat on you. you lived a short but stylish life.

Dear weekend, thanks for being long and bringing kathryn. she'll help me flip that table.

Dear apartment, where is kathryn going to sleep?

Dear self, this smile is from dancing. practice more.

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5.20.2012

Lost & Found

I quit writing for a week. It wasn't so much intentional as it was situational. You see, I had a graduation to get to, an apartment to claim, a job to keep, and a plane to catch. Oh, and my new place didn't have Internet. Details.

I spent last weekend with mi familia over on the other coast watching my sister get her graduate degree. Apparently she's all grown up and shit. Who knew?

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She has a blog AND a degree
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We're both sportin' the graduate look. It's in right now.
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I spent mother's day with my momma and had an all girls weekend with fine Puerto Rican food and a RedBox movie. I laughed and slept and talked about life.

It was a good trip, a much needed trip. It reminded me that California still feels like home, and my family does too.
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Mom, Kristie, Kelsey, Keren, Kathryn
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After a certain number of pictures, I can no longer smile. Fact.

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I may have slept through the graduation...or just the graduation pictures.
We didn't make any videos, and there was no iPod dancing, but we had a few laughs, and took a few photos. We even had a staring contest with Kathryn's fish. He won.

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Now, if I could just get the rest of my sisters to move to California. I mean really, who needs to be over in Virginia land?

And my apartment? Well, I have Internet. That's progress.


5.17.2012

Internet on the Floor

These are my feet all chill up in the air, while lying on the carpet in
my new apartment talking to cable people trying to get some Internet.
























It may have taken almost two hours.

They may have said, "Someone will come over tomorrow around 7:30am to fix the problem."

And I may have spent my morning talking to a guy in a red shirt about why I don't need cable, just Internet.

Me have Internet? Really? Yep. I do now.
























So, this blogging thing?
I might get back to it.