some times i realize just how fucking rediculous i am.

over the past 30 minutes i have decided that i would like to
a. move out of my house in NJ and move to another house in NJ with only the boyfriend and i
b. i would like to quit my job as a geologist and become a blogger like http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com
c. i would like to move to portland, oregon
d. time to make baked potatos

golden girls nesting dolls

good as you

love the table skirt.

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i love that she doesnt have enough boobs to be covered by the boob covers. shamelessly shameless.

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that eyebrow, those purple eyes against those light blue irises. the lace under the blue shirt. tiny lips. not so much the brain hair, not that.

she's fourteen. she's lovely. does she even shave her legs yet? that stare. oh my, that stare.

im in love with silvery purple hair. love it with those irises.

again, those eyes.

the bottom skirt. pink and vanilla. pastel neapolitan ice cream

http://www.crystalpeel.org/ecommerce/microdermabrasion-exfoliating-soap-bar.html

amazing. my skin glows. my arms look like a twilight vamp.

it's so hard to clean and throw away and make a space less cluttered


when the one thing you hate doing is purchasing something that you know you threw away only a few weeks ago and you just didnt hold on to it long enough. 


i guess i dont know when to let go and just be ok with it.

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eat, pray, love.

i am not a spiritual person. well, maybe i am, but i dont define myself as such. i inherently associate "spirituality" with that notion of God - who I just cannot bring myself to believe exists. I believe that we die, and we lay in the ground without our blood and full of formaldehyde, and after a while the bugs finally move in and we rot to thin dust. Or fat dust, depending on our BMI. Point being, I am quite athiest and have never felt as if I could or should have to make room in my soul for god. I've had people ask me, "Arent you so lonely? Isnt life worthless?" ... I wonder to myself if maybe we all feel the same way, and it's just that some of us need to label it and some of us do not. That light that I feel when i'm on the trampoline in the sun marvelling at life is not something i ascribe to an external factor, god. I find that it comes from deep within me.

eat, pray, love has re-ignited my long lost love affair with italy. i would like to go back, please. i would like to have a reason to learn italian and then to go to italy. i would like to spend four months eating. i would like to go up to a stranger and ask "where is the best food in this town?" and then have dinner at that place. i want, i want, i want.