I miss summer!!!
The anticipation to the nice weather is so much funner then the anticipation to winter .....
less clothes.....
Wild nights..
waking up with wine next to the bed and happily drinking it in the morning
eating in the back yard
walking.....everywhere...

fruit! fresh local fruit
the beach
the love
the flowers

ahhhh the summer

also makes me miss an old friend...whom I have not been in contact due to a fight.

Maybe the winter will bring us back together,
Just in time for holidays, and Christmas cards and hot chocolate with baileys
I do miss you...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_M5cNcRcMk

Sky blue gets dark enough
To see the colors of the city lights
A trail of ruby red and diamond white
Hits her like a sunrise

She comes and goes
And comes and goes
Like no one can

Tonight shes out to lose herself
And find a high on peachtree street
From mixed drinks to techno beats
Its always heavy into everything

She comes and goes
And comes and goes
Like no one can
She comes and goes
And no one knows
Shes slipping through my hands

Shes always buzzin just like
Neon, neon, neon, neon
Who knows how long, how long, how long
She can go before she burns away

I cant be her angel now
You know its not my place to hold her down
And its hard for me to take a stand
When I would take her anyway I can

She comes and she goes
Like no one can
She comes and she goes
Shes slipping through my hands

Shes always buzzin just like
Neon, neon, neon, neon
Who knows how long, how long, how long
She can go before she burns away (away)

She comes and she goes
Like no one can
She comes and she goes
Shes slippin through my hands

Shes always buzzin just like
Neon, neon, neon, neon
Who knows how long, how long, how long
She can go before she burns away

I am blessed and Thankful
Thinking positive and embracing the change to come

fool

So im somewhere I shouldn't be.
And am starting to come to the mature realization that its my fault. As much as I would love to call my best friend right now and cry, I know i put myself in this situation.
Im going to create a personal rehab.
Because i keep taking myself back to the start.
I am not going to allow myslef to be an after thought....if even that....to a life that once was shared. And now im merely a bystander , a bystander watching myself float and try...try to hard.

eeek

I feel like today is not enough
I feel like im needing more
Wanting more
im unsettled ......not unhappy...dont get me wrong
I need that life spark .....and today its a tad dull.
It could be the weather....Miss Sun ( yes i have personified the sun as a female) please come out..all the vitamin D i am taking isnt helping me out .
Make me feel alive....like dancing..and spinning and falling over dizzy.
Thats all I want...
oh and a gingerbread cookie.... but that i can get myself.

and because I know your reading...

I love you.

Spotted

"Spotted.....T talking to boy with longish hair and beard at Lobby"

Now now.....who knew my little life could be so interesting that one would have to immediately go home and PM people on there FB. If i had known i would have done something more scandalous then you know....chat to a friends bf.
It has been said..people who live in glass houses should not throw stones.....
Now yours......is far from glass....I would not know what to even call it. And the thing is ..I wouldn't...because in my tender early twenty's....I have realized your jealous. Jealous that little me could still be happy.
A word of advice....get a day job. Your night one wont hold up for too long.

XOXO.....the princess and the Pea

The start

So this is the start of my online diary, my venting, my thoughts ,my promises. This is also my new start, a new life in a old city. A new house ( 18 days ) a new street ( crawford) new friends, the same old best friends, and a new outlook.
I can do this...just me..alone. Im growing up..growing less " co-dependent" ( k, that might be a lie but im trying) Thank god for the most incredible friends on the face of this earth.
I forget how fortunate I am. On my favorite street car today I over herd 2 girls talking about there other best friend, and how they get into a fight every Sunday after her weekend events. I sat and thought....when was the last time I was in a fight with my Best.....kept thinking....never. Never in our years and years of friendship have we ever been in a fight. Im sure she gets annoyed with my antics and prolly rolls her eyes alot. But when i fuck up..she laughs..or cries..or has anxiety along with me. We take turns being each others rock....altho i dont think either of us are rock like...more like huge soft feather beds, because if we had out way, we would live in our beds, with our macs, and TLC,Slice,MTV and all that good shit. We would eat treats till our heads were sugar buzzed and inhale to much carbs till we would both bitch about being puffy like marshmellos.
Yep...thats our friendship. The best kind, the one that you cherish forever and if you had one last JR mint on a deserted island and it was just the two of you...you would share it.

the Pea

The Real Princess (The Princess and the Pea)
by Hans Christian Andersen
Illustrated by Edmund Dulac

There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right around the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.

One evening there was a terrible storm; it thundered and lightninged and the rain poured down in torrents; indeed it was a fearful night.

In the middle of the storm somebody knocked at the town gate, and the old King himself sent to open it.

It was a princess who stood outside, but she was in a terrible state from the rain and the storm. The water streamed out of her hair and her clothes; it ran in at the top of her shoes and out at the heel, but she said that she was a real princess.

'Well we shall soon see if that is true,' thought the old Queen, but she said nothing. She went into the bedroom, took all the bed clothes off and laid a pea on the bedstead: then she took twenty mattresses and piled them on top of the pea, and then twenty feather beds on top of the mattresses. This was where the princess was to sleep that night. In the morning they asked her how she slept.

'Oh terribly bad!' said the princess. 'I have hardly closed my eyes the whole night! Heaven knows what was in the bed. I seemed to be lying upon some hard thing, and my whole body is black and blue this morning. It is terrible!'

They saw at once that she must be a real princess when she had felt the pea through twenty mattresses and twenty feather beds. Nobody but a real princess could have such a delicate skin.

So the prince took her to be his wife, for now he was sure that he had found a real princess, and the pea was put into the Museum, where it may still be seen if no one has stolen it.

Now this is a true story.