I could've been someone....

I AM FLOATING DEBRIS.

i only use this thing when i am doing homework and need a distraction.


cause i don't keep a diary, in the literal sense, the book bound sense.
i collect trinkets, discarded items, doodles and stolen photographs.
they would make no sense to anyone but me.
but piled in a little glass box by my bed; it is me.
my life, my loves and my losses all intertwined and overlapping on each other.

please, let that not be my biggest regret.

been up since 5am watching an old season of project runway; jet lag is a bitch.
flew home alone yesterday with vomit in my hair no less, 22 hours all together; loneliest day of my life.
sat in the terminal in O'Hare crying while drinking an overpriced iced tea; not the faintest idea why.
can't find the cable to download the photos either; shit.

This trip was interesting to say the least.
Good tho, very good.
I think I need a long hug...and possibly a bath.

♥

I haven't drawn/painted/doodled in weeks.
These inactive periods of creativity scare me.
That I in fact I may be going in the wrong direction...dragging my feet.

I drink way too much for my little 5'1 frame.
like potato chips, I can't just have one.
I guess it helps remove the second guessing aspect of my life.
Where as I should do this, but I'm really doing that.
So many mornings afternoons that start with: ( that was the weirdest night ever )

Ivanna, eat shrimp cup-o-noodle with me.
I love you.

I really do wish churros were really filled with chicken.
I believed that for years.
I wish a lot of that stuff we believed as children was true.
Santa, true love, God, closet monsters, a Federal law that states all foreign visitors must visit Disneyland.
Adulthood would seem less daunting & churros would be more nutritious.


:)

goldfish only get as big as their tanks allow them to.
this goldfish needs a bigger tank.
maybe the ocean?

ie: need to move out.
need to grow.
need ♥.