oh, this is worth blogging. a customer gave me his phone number at work today.

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

in the aeroplane over the sea

and one day we will die

and our ashes will fly

from the aeroplanes over the sea

but for now we are young

let us lay in the sun

and count every beautiful thing we can see

love to be

in the arms of all i'm keeping here with me

i'm living now.

i'm living now.

i'm living right now.

i'm living now.

i'm living now.

right now.

i'm living now.

now.

now.

now.

i hid under your porch, because i love you.

look outside, i know that you'll recognize it's summertime

i just talked to chase tonight for the first time in a while, and i'm ready for him to be back in my life. not to say i ever wanted him out of it...

i also want bobby to come back home. 

god, grant me a life and miley cyrus some talent.

lovin' is what i got

i've got a job. i've got great friends. i have peace with going to lafayette all summer. i've got a wonderful boyfriend. i've got happiness. i have a wonderful life. 

things are goin' just my way. life is good.