Saarrr, my tum!

My poor little Sar. what this little one has to deal with all day.

"Sar, address this envelope for me pleeease?" Why Sarah? "You're handwritings better and I really need this job."

"Tum-tum whaaaaa. I think it was my dinn. man my stomach lately; I think it's collapsing on me." Well you're probably still have some of that laxative hanging around in there. "No it's just giving up Sar." Change yourunderwear in mcdonalds.

"Sar who sings sycamore tree song?" Haha, Josh Turner.

Sarah I need to leave. I have class in an hour! "No Saaar. You can't leave. I need you here."

The cookie was gross. "Hahahah. I was just going to text you.Why can't my vag be normal for one day!!!"

"Saaaar. Gingham tablecloths. 4 o'clock. Remind me?" Ok Sarah. Don't forget to forward your phone.

Sarah this lady is driving me crazy. I've made twenty changes for her and she's still pissed. "Sar, tell her to suck my vag. Chimp chimp."

"Saaaar, who sings the sycamore tree again?" Sarah! Josh Turner!

"The doc told me it'd be curedwith DayQuil. Fml going home and to bed. The fuckin girls at the office always saying 'go to the doc, do this do that' bullshit waste of my time and money. Crying in my car. And you can tell them every word! Good night!" Just don't overdose on dayquil/nyquil please. I'm forwarding you my phone tomorrow. "Poop!"

"Saaaar, helpppp. my tummy! I can't chimp. I'm not myself." Go chimp Amy Sarah.

"Saaar, I want to know a dirty secret of yours. C'mon, how many men have you slept with? Black, white, mexican?" No Sarah. " Saaaaar pleeeeeassse. " Ok Sarah, I wore purple lingerie last night.

Thank chickens for this little angel of mine. She's hear to keep me in check... plus, I do so dearly making her laugh. spoiled.

little by little

In this whirlwind of 2011, we find it hard to keep our fingers abreast of what is about to clearly smack us in the face. The countdown has officially begun. Two months until we head to the plush crest of central NY, and shortly following, only two more months until packing a shit ton of suitcases full of our breeziest summer outfits and a six month supply of american hair products hoping to prosper our way through the Caribbean.


Scary, yes. Provisional, hopefully not. I'm not worried about a home, driving on the left side of the road, or the black populous, but of utmost cruciality, something to bring home the bread - as there are just hundreds of Caribbean job boards, clogging up my pop-up blocker.


I have spent countless nights, hundreds of tailored resumes, and lunch breaks soaring through any possibilities-and have learned I can no longer limit myself to the original destination. As invigorating as this beautiful place is - only beastless curb dwellers off I-35 can settle for $5.25 an hour. If only they knew what better possibilities lay beyond the concrete stilts below freeways.


It's time to trade the drab and mundane for the colorful and exotic. Live a long life where the weather forecasts will not effect relationships or celebrations - and discover life where it was meant to be lived- Barbados.


Now let's just hope a better opportunity won't cloud my reasoning to settle for this true to its own, exotic refuge..

reality. [continued]

scratchy throat, weak, and at opposite ends of the couch. good nite wednesday. all i need is to curl up my sick self with jax and fascinate until this nyquil knocks me on my ass. a day filled with wedding bubbles, blankets, and free-flying internet cords has me so frustrated all i want is silence in my own bed.

and why, i ask, does the one who's throat has been hurting spend and hour and half on the phone with bitchy, black alabamians arguing over why the correct IP address won't show up? good question. Much to my dissappointment i will have to settle for weird science over dexter. how exciting.

as now ive been taught to pray before large undertakings, i will retire to the upper half of the loft, where i won't be able to hear my fictional fantasy on his joy rides through northern california, and pray that i wont wake up feeling the way i did this o so glorious day