i'm going black for a few days while i sort out some stuff in my life that is less than optimal. in the meantime, feel free to check my flickr stream if you want to know what i'm up to.
don't worry. i'm not going to go heath ledger or britbrit on you...i just need time to think about why my life always seems to go from tres bien to trash bucket in a matter of seconds.
and despite what you might have heard around the water cooler, i am NOT moving to arkansas. SO THERE. i categorically refuse to accept that the dirty south is my fate. i saw a robeen (pron: row-bean)(definition: robin) on my doorstep today and robeens are harbingers of positive life changes. my sister said that it's not robeen season, but i live in california. season? what's that?
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breathe...you'll be okay. the best part about living the life of a train wreck is picking up the the pieces, putting them back together, and in the end figuring out why the train went off the track in the first place... i may have just quoted mom. its is good advice though...
yay for train wreck lives...we rule!
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