Archive for February, 2009
my heart..
Thursday, February 26th, 2009
ain’t it funny…
Thursday, February 26th, 2009
some makes you feel good
some makes you feel great
and it’s all in the way it’s handed down to you in fate
some makes you feel nice
some makes you feel strong
and it’s all in the way you feel the love where you belong
and it’s only life
when you live twice
in our paradise
we’ll always meet on down the road.
hold his head and save your lover
dare to say that there’s no other
person that captures your eye
catch the hint of strange attraction
where’d you get your satisfaction
maybe i’m just your type.
she wants to hold his hand
she wants to lay him down
she wants to feel his body and his mind
she says she loves you
you can see the truth in her eyes
ain’t it funny what you see
in the night.
inspiration…
Wednesday, February 25th, 2009
i.. still am having the terrible problem of writer’s block.. everything block. lol. so.. tonight.. instead of dwelling once again on that fact.. i thought i would share some of those who inspire me daily.. and who have amazing talent.
my cousin joni.. she has the incredible ability to sing.. and sing well.
if you check out my friends list on myspace you can get to her music page and hear her version of poison and mother’s lament..highly recommended.
if you check out my friends list on myspace you can get to her music page and hear her version of poison and mother’s lament..highly recommended.
“yes if you knew
how well I know her
and if you dreamt
the same dreams I do
you’d dream in ecstasy
you’d scream pleasantly”
he’s amazing with words… visit www.dosepoet.com.
he’s mine
michele white has an incredible eye for finding the beauty in things.. i love her. dearly. sometimes.. she saves me. visit her at chele.us
and of course.. jenn. her blogs are amazing. add her as friend on myspace…
from .. there are 29 dimensions of scary
from .. there are 29 dimensions of scary
“Me: Let’s start with the basics. Not to be overly tacky, but this ride has a weight limit. I’ve received 4 morbidly obese matches. We’re talking Chris Farley, John Candy big. I’m not making a judgment about anyone’s weight, but that’s just not going to work for me, personally and possibly physically. Second, you can just go ahead and cross off anyone who is not in possession of a full set of teeth, wearing a wife beater or a cowboy hat, actually anything in the “redneck” family is a no-go.. and last but definitely not least, if they own a snake, are pictured with a snake or even mention a snake, then absolutely do not send them to me.
Cathy: Jennifer, do you really think that receiving possibly toothless, redneck, snake owning matches is going to be a persistent problem?
Me: Cathy, you sent me 2 of them in the last 24 hours.
Cathy: Oh.”
thank god for these around me that help inspire me daily.. and help me remember the beauty in all it’s forms.. thank you all. all my love.
thanks pankhury!
Tuesday, February 24th, 2009
so.. here i am.. now addicted to www.etsy.com
recommended by the long, lost miss pankhury <3
omg. there are soooo many cute things that i am dying to have for me.. meleia.. doug.. the house.. lol. lord.
anyways.. very awesome site to check out and i hope to be shopping from there very, very soon.
spoiled..
Monday, February 23rd, 2009
it seems i must be a pretty good girl because lately my douglas has been spoiling me with a lot of jewelry.. this being my newest.. and so beautiful. i love it more than anything. thank you for everything honey..
at a loss..
Saturday, February 21st, 2009
my flowers from valentines day are dying.
dead roses always make me sad.
doesn’t matter what it is i guess.. i can’t fight this sadness.
this heaviness.
i was backed against a wall today.
by no one but myself..
and i cried.. for a long time..
into my wet, shiny hair.
i have so much inspiration around me.. my wonderful poet, my incredible meleia, michele’s photos, my family.. just so so much. yet i still remain mute. almost unable to even gather enough written words to even make sense.. i’m at a loss and in fact, i don’t like it at all…
Today would have been Kurt Cobain’s 42nd birthday. I’ve always wanted to visit his grave.. Washington is such a beautiful place.. sigh. Self inflicted gun shot wound.. Still all the stories, the rumors.. etc. I remember. I remember Courtney Love reading his suicide note aloud.. A brilliant, brilliant man. Earth shattering words, right down to his last ones written. How I awe those who can express everything so clearly, so beautifully… (including my poet) Of course..
“I’m so ugly, but that’s okay, ’cause so are you …” An unfortunate death.
sigh
I don’t know where to turn.
I have it all in the palm of my hand..
and I can’t stop the tears.
Let’s go to bed and sleep forever??
