Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I know it can't always be about me. Still, you should know that for me, it's always been about you.

I took this picture a while ago. I was waiting for the right time to use it. The time finally seemed right. I don't really know why I like it, but I do.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Because sometimes a person needs a reminder. And maybe a little clarification too.

A phone call after you leave just won't do. I turn my phone down before I go to bed because I'm prone to calls and text messages from drunk friends. Not that I'm complaining. I mean I'm guilty of it too.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Motion sickness and the beauty of headless bodies on sticks.

It's the day after St. Patrick's Day, I'm not supposed to make any sense. It's a good thing it only comes around once a year.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

What's the harm if we're already wet?

I don't always like to follow the rules.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Stories from the city, stories from the sea, and blurry spots of light in between.

One of the many pictures taken almost a year ago while on our way to pick up Lola. A memory from one of the best days of my life.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

If you had been there you would understand. Or indulging in acts I resisted as a teenager. Or I was never one of “those” girls.

Making up for lost time. I know it seems like I am obsessed. Maybe I should write our names over and over again in the college ruled pages of a spiral bound notebook. Now that’s an obsession! One I won't be taking part in. Apologies.

It's complicated.

I promised myself I wouldn't try to stand in your way. That I wouldn't intentionally cloud your vision. I can't help but think I'm doing the opposite. I keep telling myself I don't hear you complaining, and have to remind myself that doesn't make it right.