Photo: heartfulhome on Flickr
Christian, in his beautiful french accent, once said, "I've had better days...like, all of them." That's how I feel today.
It was one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mornings.
Like I really needed a flat tire thrown into the mix. I heart BCAA.
Happy freakin' Valentine's Day.
I'm trying my best to smile through it.
Photo: Jessica Smith
I woke up to love and wisdom from Thailand in my inbox this morning. There is comfort in the idea that my cheerleader is still so accessible, even when she's thousands of miles away. She knows just what to say; to shake me up and make me feel better at the same time. Angels of this kind are rare.
I bought two new pairs of tights last night. I love tights and I wish that I could wear them every day.
Sounds like Shaq will play his first game in a Phoenix Suns uniform tonight.
Cristi is trying to feed me double baked almond croissants from Thomas Haas.
Matt has finally come clean about his involvement in Hungarian Wrestling.
I am going to go see a chick flick with Shando tonight and I can't wait.
I want to write a book. I want to write it in innocence and nakedness of spirit (Thomas Wolfe).