the roberts children (adults now)
katie and i
the nap before dinner (it was brilliant)
the family
i love my family.
i'm ready to finally be home.
love.
Saturday, November 25, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
southern hospitality
a few things before i retire for the evening.
a: i'm in south carolina and it's been fun being with my family often.
b: i felt my nephew camden ryan baker kick several times in my sister's stomach.
c: stranger than fiction is will ferell's best movie.
d: i am happy that its soundtrack is riddled with spoon all over it.
happy thanksgiving. goodnight.
love.
a: i'm in south carolina and it's been fun being with my family often.
b: i felt my nephew camden ryan baker kick several times in my sister's stomach.
c: stranger than fiction is will ferell's best movie.
d: i am happy that its soundtrack is riddled with spoon all over it.
happy thanksgiving. goodnight.
love.
Thursday, November 09, 2006
heck yeah.
So listen, I'm in my 'Writing in the Professions' class right now. It's a joke, so I'd rather be writing in here than doing anything else.
Literally, I do absolutely nothing in this class and it's great. ... Ooops my prof. just walked by. Oh well. His name is Basil... amazing. We are supposed to be working on some sort of critique, but I don't think I care too much about that.
I love this class... and.... umm... bunnies.
wow.
love.
Literally, I do absolutely nothing in this class and it's great. ... Ooops my prof. just walked by. Oh well. His name is Basil... amazing. We are supposed to be working on some sort of critique, but I don't think I care too much about that.
I love this class... and.... umm... bunnies.
wow.
love.
Saturday, November 04, 2006
what's a boy to do...
"I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started."
- "A Farewell To Arms," Ernest Hemingway
sigh.
love.
- "A Farewell To Arms," Ernest Hemingway
sigh.
love.
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