Ryde or Die

Now is the time! It is time to never stop, always keep swimming. It is the time of freedom and craziness and kookiness and impulse. It is time to live in the moment, experience everything, and never let something stand in your way.

If you don't like something in your life, don't just sit there, CHANGE IT!

The world is full of magic, and we have the free will to decide how plentiful or meager that magic might be. The only one in control is no one, because life is so full of possiblities that it could propel you to the highest mountain or swallow you into the most vacant of caverns. It matters to you if in that cavern you see a desolate sorrow to never let you go or a chance to dig your nails into an adventure you can climb yourself out of.

All I want to do is go everywhere and see everything, and I want everyone to come with me!

I miss my animal instincts

I kind of miss the crazy, don't give a shit, chain-smoking, bad-ass chick I used to be when I was with you. It was a picturesque and wild time in my life, when I did EVERYTHING, regretted NOTHING, and just didn't give a FUCK.

Then I realized from the outside looking in it may be intruiging, but there was so much instability and pain you put me through.

As tempting as it is, I can never go back.

My heart wants to rebel, but my head knows better.

Song of the Day:

True Believers by The Bouncing Souls

Not only is this the best band that ever lived, but sometimes you need to be reminded that all you need are a few good friends. I wish I could be with Steffy Fiona Kuncman every second of everyday over any boy in the whole wide world. True friendship is being able to make a fool out of yourself, and they do nothing but join along with you.

True friendship is "the kind of faith that doesn't fade away."

"WE are the True Believers."

Christmas in the Hospital

I hate hospitals. Even that monotone beeping noise or that way too clean smell sends chills up my spine. Seeing you in there on Christmas broke my heart.

You are more than just a best friend.

You are my little sister.

I wish I could make you better, but all I can do is drive out there any chance I get, and sit with you. There's only so much candy, home cooking, toys, balloons, flowers and so many movies I can shove in your face. The only thing that you want is to go home.

The Little Things

I didn't expect anything from you, and you gave me the best Christmas gift I think I've ever recieved. How you remembered the toy I was infatuated with 3 weeks ago in the craft store beats me, and the fact that you were thoughtful enough to go back and get it is the cutest.

It's never been about how expensive something is, or even if someone gets you something because you told them you want it. It's the little things, when someone knows what would make you smile, whether it's gel hearts on your windsheild, a one of a kind original drawing, or a little windup toy seal that balances a ball on it's nose and spins around enough to make me giggle.

Hot for Teacher? or Ugly Urkel?

I don't know how I feel about my new glasses.

Sometimes I feel like a hot teacher...And sometimes I feel like a big ugly dork.

He likes them, or at least he says he does, so I guess that's what matters, and the fact that they help me see better.

All I want for Christmas Is You

Riding bikes down Snug Harbor Lane, the closest thing to a winter wonderland around here in south Florida, felt magical.

I feel that little kid excited happy feeling when I'm with you, and I can't explain it.

I'm overly giddy about Christmas again for the first time since I was about 13.

Thank you, for that.

Secret Spots

Pretending to be interested in watching for gators.

But really just thrilled to spend time with you.

Intruiging

Weird is beautiful to me.

There's something about seeing something you've never seen before.

Iron & Wine

I like love listening to music with you.

bukawww

This would be me if the outside of me looked like the inside of me, cause I'm free like a birdieeee.

Skinny like a pencil

[sidenote: I want this dress like I want sex.]

All of my life, I have always wanted to be skinny like a model, my eyes all painted black.

I looked back on old pictures and realized I had that once, and I also realized it was when I was a cokehead chain-smoker who basically ruined her body as well as her life on the daily.

Now I know; real people don't look like that.

Real people eat three meals, have energy to run and exercise, can last through a movie without taking a cigarette break, don't stay till the bar kicks you out every night, and sleeps on a (somewhat) normal schedule.

And real people have a peace of mind.

And those people are happy.

And happy people don't need drugs or booze to smile.

Which is why my friends need to stop asking why I won't rip the bong with them or eat shrooms or a bar or snort a line.

I'm finally happy, and you may be able to handle it, but I have an issue with moderation.

I don't judge you, I just want no part in it.

I'm happy and it took a long time to get out of that rut, so just let me be.

Somehow the skinny topic turned into drugs. hah. Same thing right?

Song of the Day

All I Know by Cursive

Surprisingly upbeat for a Cursive song, and I love it for that.

Sunday Funday

Yesterday we made fun out of nothing.

We went snorkeling.

We played at the blowing rocks and got knocked over onto the barnacle rocks. My back is covered in scratches.

We crashed a Jewish candle lighting service for the free AMAZING Jewish food.

We stole cones and made a crazy little family out of them with my art supplies.

We snuck a bottle of wine into a movie.

This is my favorite. Then we got blankets and cuddled on the beach and watched the AWESOME meteor shower.

I must've made 100 wishes on shooting stars last night, and they were all for the same thing.

Meet the coney family

We've had the father cone, "Coney", whom we aquired in a crappy beach bar parking lot, in the backseat of my car for almost a month strapped into a seatbelt. I drive everyone pretty much every night and day and we joke about Coney being a real member of our pack.

Well now he is. His wife, Clara May, and him met in the valet parking lot of a ritsy steakhouse, and let's just say she's an uptown girl that goes for the bad boys.

Johnny, the first born, is the soccer star and he's good at EVERYTHING.

Little Sally is just a sweet little bucket of honey; she doesn't say much.

And Eugene, well something went horribly wrong, and Coney denies that they are even blood related. Eugene can usually be found walking into walls or stuffing innanimate objects into his conehole.

Cryptic

I heard you've been hanging out with Steffy lately, and it makes me miss you.

I might hang out with your cousin sometime this week and pretend I'm with you.

Because you and I both know we just don't mix.

Song of the Day

Crystalized by The XX

Meet Sicky McSickerson

Sitting at home all day sick SUCKS.

I want to play.

I want to run.
I want to shop.

I want to swim.

I want to play soccer.

I want to eat something other than pills.

I want to drink something other than Gatorade, preferably alcoholic.

All I have the strength to do is change the dvd, and think about how every movie reminds me of some past failed relationship.

I'm working on being nicer to boys, cause I've been a bitch lately, I know.

I think you're cute and I haven't ditched you for my friends yet. That's a start.

Cutesie

This is adorable. I think I want my bridesmaids to dress like this.

Hopefully in 15 years when I've finally given in, our bodies will still be that cute.