Friday, December 26, 2008

Oh Katie,

In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies.


I asked you what you wanted for christmas, and your response was me.
So, I wrapped myself in a big red box, and curled up to my knee.
This present I give you is priceless and unique,
Merry Christmas Anaoshak! Here's a kiss on the cheek.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

tears of joy(:

Then he was outside carrying root beer, tulips, and roses, oh ya and a sign that said "sorry i'm not cute"

thank you.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Life truly is precious.


Words boggle my brain and scrabble up all these feelings that I wish were as easy as playing apples to apples.

She has just mown the lawn.

Yes. Mown is a word.

She has mowed the lawn.

Who is the authority to declare if she has either mowed it or mown it? Obviously not the girl who mowed/mown the lawn.


Now how in the world am I supposed to know this word. I don’t know anything about boats. You’re lucky you’re good looking or this word would have pissed me off, landing the J on a double word score.

You know what also makes me mad? Synonyms.

What is the difference between the word bothered, mad, upset, angry, disappointed, or even ticked off? They are all in the thesaurus hanging out with each other ready for a tagged team wrestling match where one word goes in for another word just to defeat another word.

For instance. In a match against mad and disappointed..Mr. Disappointed drop kicks Mad in the face. With a feeling of shock and bewilderment. There’s no tag teaming when it comes to the word sorry.

If Mad was a person he would be a big fat guy with a red face. But, if Disappointed was a person he would be a small child with a tear on his cheek. Yet, the child defeats the fat man?

Now, what about the word chaos? It personified as an eight headed creature.

Words simply amaze me with the their simplicity and their complexity.


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Oh Juniper

If I thought about my thoughts I would become thoughtful and realize I should not have thought about this, or us, or them, or her, or me. My thoughts would be proven to be silly thoughts so thinking would really turn into a frivolous mind game. Where thoughts were the prizes of the complex individuals that we say we are. Thinking these thoughts, though the thickness of the thoughts, take time to thaw.

The real question is why wrought on this thought that should have been taught by the touch of his lips and now I know I should have rethought.

Oh Juniper, I sure am distraught.

Monday, December 1, 2008


The only plausible excuse at that moment would be to say I was Batman and I needed to go because I saw the bat signal outside the window.