no nonsense seeks nonsense

life starts and reality hits and it is sexy and orange. or orange and sexy. or neither. imperfection is beauty.

the colour of pin-up girls is ironic.

and i wish you were here. 6 days of change.

While electric guitar plays in the background...

The good side of the tape is playing and the wine is going down just a bit too easy. Yes. The tape. The mechanics of the Lakeshore waste containers continue to impress and evening outdoor Shakespeare shows remind me of younger days …

Watermelon on the grass for a quarter and literary summaries so as to not lose the finer points. Don’t forget the chair. Blankets are inadequate.

It’s like corn on the cob. Innocent and sweet. Plentiful and satisfying. Daddy’s little girl.

Could it bring you to your knees?

That was always my least favourite part of church. I preferred the music.

But do I really want to return?

Perhaps it is about time. This vacation is for the birds.

Running through their crap is frustrating. It ruins my flow. I imagine what it is going to be like to remove.

You Can’t Do That On Television.

I didn’t like that green goop, either.

Here we are with our running and confusion, and I don't see no confusion anywhere.

Flying high ... (written while literally)

A long, long time ago, it seems, even though it really wasn't. The older you get the more quickly time passes. Two months? A lifetime? Today I like number 3 the best.

If I could catch it, wrap it up and sell it, I would make a fortune. Too bad for them. It's all for me.

Turn a new page. Tear the old one out.

I used to read novels like there was a shortage of words. I would get upset when they ended. It was like I had lost a friend. Trilogies and series silenced those complaints. I haven't indulged in years. I've come to like my reality better. White wine and sleeping pills? Not required.

I prefer my eggs ... [and] bottomless coffee, thanks. Wait. That's number 1.

The end. The beginning?

Tomorrow is the end.

Tonight I saw the most amazing sunset. I had the most amazing company. I really need to pack.

The last three weeks have been more than I have imagined. They have brought me insight, calm and excitement.

The world is full of places that are just waiting to be discovered.

At the risk of sounding like some kind of infomercial, I will leave. Await pictures and corresponding posts. My material has quadrupled.

Come on baby let's ride the sunrise

I know that I'm supposed to inspect the cork. I know that I'm supposed to stick my nose into the wine glass (deep and bulbous for the red) and inhale deeply. I know that I'm supposed to take two sips before I decide if I like it. I know I'm supposed to look at its legs. I tend to forget, though.

Or maybe I just don't really care.

There is little I like more than unpacking the bag, taking off the clothes and pouring the glass of wine. I put on my music and I listen. I sip and I feel.

They are my grandmother's wine glasses, you know. Donzens of dinner parties later they are well used and well loved. Some have met their demise. I never mind.

There is no greater way to show appreciation than use. A memory isn't protected by an item. The use of the item creates more.

I could sit for hours listening to the songs and letting them take me to those places. It's my sanity, you know.

And in the end, nothing else matters

I am not opposed to hard work. I like it, in fact. It makes me feel useful. Use is important. YOU were too much work. YOU were not supposed to be that much work. I am worth more.

I feel as though my life is about to start. Opportunities have lined themselves up and I can be as picky as I want.

I can only remember one other point in my life when I have felt this complete. I was about to start law school. I was nervous. No. Terrified. I wrote about it on my long since dead livejournal and said that I felt that day was the first day of the rest of my life. My god. How my life has changed since then.

It’s funny how time brings joy and misery, failure and insight. In the last three years, I have feared for my life, cried myself to sleep, ran for everything I was/am, have laughed harder than I thought was possible and have realized that in the end, all I have is me.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I can’t wait.