I like that about myself.

i may have watched this once or twice.

ok. maybe more than three times.

fine. i watched it a lot of times.

judge me if you will.

but it put quite the little giggle in my heart.

Interwined

Lately, I've been feeling somewhat deprived of the human touch.
This being far from anything romantic.
I miss my cuddle buddies and friends who didn't mind a little snuggling and spooning.
Sometimes you just need to hug or hold a hand.
Like right now.
Juan Mann. Someone on an a little island in the pacific could use you.

The Secret.

i have found that i often like to know

everything about everyone.

this knowledge being beyond gossip or rumors.

beyond basic or common knowledge.

but the inner being.

their essence.

who are they, really.

what are their hopes and dreams.

what were they like as children.

what do they love. loathe.

what do they believe in.

why are they the way they are.

when i can't know this,

or figure it out.

it bothers me.

almost to the point of obsession.

why is it that one would hide away from the world, so.

what is it that keeps one from revealing the truth.

i most likely inherited this curiosity from my father.

with everyone he meets, without fail,

the questions come out.

"what's your name"

"where are you from"

"what do you do"

"do you have children"

"do you live around here"

if i were a stranger,

i might find him a bit creepy.

i am sure many do.

but with his goofy smile,

i don't think i'd really mind.

i would consider myself a pretty open person.

it would be pretty hypocritical of me not to be.

but i have no secrets to hide.

or do i?

my sister once told me i had a strong personality.

i have yet to understand what she really meant by that.

but, like previously stated, i like to think myself as an open person.

maybe this comes as a shock to people from such a private society.

i will tell you my life story.

though, there will not be much to tell.

but if that is what it take for you to trust me

and tell me your secrets.

go ahead.

read me.

i am an open book.

the world is mine.

and i am the world's.

{photo by Justin Blanton}

Speak to me.

Dear Bike Thief.

as i lay in bed unable to fall asleep
i considered sneaking out
and going for a well-past-midnight bike ride.
but then i remembered.
you stole my bike.
you suck.

Dear Diary.

i want to love so much it hurts.

i want to feel pain and know that i am alive.

i want to scream my secrets at the top of a mountain.

i want to be known, understood.

i want to know, understand.

i want to run and never stop.

i want to dance and flow until eternity.

i want to fly and see all there is to see.

i want to explore, be on a constant adventure.

i want to laugh to the point i'm crying.

i want to be engulfed by all cultures.

i want to be amongst the stars and planets.

i want to wish.

hope.

dream.

do.

i want. i want. i want.

i want to live.

Baby Fever.

No, not Justin Bieber.

Actual babies.

It has been happening ALL summer.

They are EVERYWHERE.

babies.babies.babies.

On T.V. At the park. At parties. At the store. Still in the belly.

Even in my daily blogs.

Never in my life have I noticed just how many babies are really out there.

Let me tell you. A LOT.

And every time I see one. Hold one. Touch one. Smell one.

I get a little tug on my heart strings.

And something inside me really wants one. All to my own.

To cuddle. And smooch.

To watch and play with.

It is all very ridiculous.

But it is ohsovery true.

I cannot wait to be a mother.

But at the same time I can.

But at the same time I am very excited

for when it will one day be my turn.

Seester.

Please. Hurry up and get married.

So i can have sweet little nieces and nephews

to shnuggle and eat.

This post is ending now.

It is getting way too hormonal.