writing 11.24.08

My hands are feeling the stress of the anticipation of flying the coop from my favorite island. They see how easily my feet tap their way through the tunes that are enchanting my ears and they long to make such an easy way through the day. Instead they act coy with the keyboard when trying to write about chicken and only find their way seamlessly when writing about their stresses.

Oh my little hands, you crack me up. Today I wish you were on a walk and entwined with someone else’s.

writing 11.20.08

sleepy eyes and dancey feet make for a playful heart.
I found myself writing these words on the morning train this morning after listening to a mix that I made, I can't think of any words that ring more true today.

The whole day has been full of racking my brain for concepts for a new client. Le sigh. Love it, but le sigh.

writing 11.18.08

This is the I'm too sexy version of my life:

I'm too busy to think.
I'm too busy to practice proper grammer.
I'm too busy to spell correctly.
I'm too busy to tap dance in conversations.
I'm too busy to write this post.

Please note the lack of sexy, and over abundance of busy.

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