Personal Undergrowth

They ask, “Do you see the forest, or the trees?” and I look up. I blink, maybe, once or twice. I try to process what it is, exactly, that I’ve been asked. I must look stupid to them, because they attempt to explain. “It’s like a metaphor—” And at that point, I just can’t let … Continue reading

Another Music Post – Gearing up for Finals

I saw a prompt asking what song has been stuck in my head recently, and what it says to me. The first thing that comes to mind is a song my roommate showed me. She remembered that I’m a fan of Emilie Autumn, and it struck her as something I’d find interesting. Check out “Two … Continue reading

A Little Bit of Fashion

There’s got to be some form of crack in cosmetics, I swear. For some reason, as soon as I put on a coat of nail polish, my hands go from prick-and-punctured worrying things into these graceful swan-like entities attached to my wrists. It gets worse with rings—and I love rings. My fingers are a little … Continue reading

A Photographic Memory

I’ve always been absolutely fascinated by photography. It started with my father, who was, essentially, attached to his Canon by the eye socket for as long as I can remember. Some of my most vivid memories of my father are of him taking photographs in his Indiana Jones hat, or walking close by me with … Continue reading

May the Road Rise Up to Meet You (Sort Of)

May the road rise up to meet you. (But hopefully not too hard.) ((And hopefully not in the face.)) Twisting proverbs, that’s my only purpose in life.

Why I Can’t Shut Up

The prompt was something like: Why do you write? What inspires you to do so? Sorry for the obvious blog pun-iness, but it keeps me energized to keep making lame references. To be completely honest, writing is one of the only things in life that has made me feel consistently good and at peace with … Continue reading

How Many Thousand Words?

Ah, the e-reader. I remember when the idea of it was shiny and new to me. For most of my life, I’ve been one of those bibliphiles–the ones that spend uncomfortable amounts of time thumbing at the thinnest book pages, marveling at the heft and silky perfection of paper. For years I have said with … Continue reading

Daily Prompt : Call Me, Maybe | LemonadeGrenade

Quoth the prompt: Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between? I’d like to think that I’m not completely dependent on my phone, but in all honesty, that statement is a blatant lie. I know, because the moment I say anything remotely like it to my … Continue reading

First Week

Lately, I finally found out about the proper way to go about finger-knitting from FlaxandTwine, a wonderful creative blog. My mother learned with me, but I’ve gone a little bit bonkers since. I’ve cut up a few outgrown t-shirts that were originally headed for the thrift store and came up with this lovely bundle of … Continue reading

The Bra Can See Into Your Soul

Can someone please remind me why it’s social sin for people to glimpse my bra strap or a bit of lace? I’m not saying that I don’t understand the whole ‘don’t be trashy’ thing—because I do. I know loads of trashy ladies. Sometimes we hold summits about trashiness and drink trashy drinks and moon over—what … Continue reading

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