choose life

if she ate dirt - then we could forgive her
at times she slips, falls in the snow, and refuses to pick herself up
her ankles are weak,the buckle in at the sight of the gravel
ghosts - push her around

and at times she eats dinner past midnight
the dishes balanced on her window pane

and we could forgive

if she ate dirt

meet me in the back, with the jack, by the jukebox

So i woke up this morning to a MAJOR snow storm. The irony of the world being covered in whiteness on MARTIN LUTHER KING'S birthday is much.

Anyways, it seemed like a Ke$ha kind morning, so i whipped out 'Animal'.brilliance.

I think today will be productive. I plan on writing, something. Maybe a section of a play. Who knows. I also plan to watch countless horror movies, download music, and relax with the roomies. Oliv is going up to Kams tomorrow so ill be alone for a few days :( Whatever, at least i know EVERY day Miranda comes home to me. It's the best.

OH! Also, i cant wait till thurs when i head to NY for our group reunion!!!!! xoxoxoxox.

As the lady gaga says 'so happy i could die....and its alright.'