- I can’t hear you, so I’m making indiscriminate noises and nodding nonsensically.
- Every time you use bad grammar, a puppy dies. And a little bit of me dies on the inside.
- I don’t know how to tell you I’m sorry, so I won’t say anything at all.
- I’m not as tough as I pretend to be.
- Claborn has no y’s , no I’s and no e’s.
- I think you’re freakin’ hot, and you should notice me too.
- Let go.
- I have no idea what I’m doing and am afraid of looking ridiculous while I do it.
- I’m lost—literally, figuratively, physically…
- I’m judging you hardcore right now.
- I made my first big life decision when I was sixteen and have regretted it ever since.
- I sleep upside down if I’ve had a bad day.
- My childhood nicknames were Sunshine, Ruth and Amester. I only respond to Amelia if you’re special.
- I can’t go a day without personifying something. I swear, many of my inanimate objects swear back.
- I used to love milk but hate its smell, so, until the age of ten, I refused to drink milk without a straw.
- My dream house only needs to have one room, a library: a circular, tower-top library surrounded by windows and antique books on all sides.
- Sometimes I think of God as Aslan, and it helps.
- Romans and Esther are the two books I’ve read the most of the whole Bible; I prefer the New King James version because it reminds me of Shakespeare.
- I’ve saved my brother from drowning more times than I can remember.
- Let me do my thing, which includes letting me make mistakes and be wrong. I can’t stand feeling controlled.
- Accept my cynicism instead of smiling pityingly or reproachfully down on it.
- Kisses are nice.
- Pursue me. I’m old-fashioned that way.
- Persistence and patience: I have some pretty high walls. I hope you’re a good climber or you brought a wrecking ball.
- Show me you know my Jesus. Godliness is next to sexiness…?
- Treat me. I know money’s tight, but every once in a while, I want to feel like I was worth the sacrifice.
- Tell me something that I hadn’t even noticed about myself.
- What would I ask for if a genie granted me three wishes?
- These clothes looked good on me this morning in the mirror…I swear, I get fatter or my clothes fit worse as the day goes by.
- Mmmm, that would make a great chapter in the book I’m composing in my head.
- Oh shit.
- Double shit.
- Where’s my phone/purse/wallet/backpack/script/key/flip-flop/jacket/book mark/sunglasses/essay for class/power cord/whistle/shit?
- I wonder what time it is in the Philippines. I wonder what I would be doing in the Philippines if I were there now. I wonder how much a plane ticket costs...
- Plug in phone, realize that green light from phone charger is ghastly bright, cover light up with spare laundry from the floor.
- Write in journal. No really…
- Make a ridiculous to-do list for the next day that will never actually get done. Mollify myself by writing “Create to-do list” as a goal and then crossing it off.
- Woo Clever upstairs and try to make her curl up in the crook of my arm.
- Talk to Jessica until she becomes unresponsive.
- Turn over onto good ear and tune out the rest of the world.
- Hands. It’s always the hands I notice first.
- Shape of face. Masculine profile? Jess claims I like baby faces; my track record and I beg to differ.
- Talent. Nothing’s sexier than a man who has a God-given gift. Especially if one of those gifts involves hands or harmonies…
- Arms. It’s not necessarily about buffness…can he hold me? Would I feel safe there? Could I beat him at arm-wrestling?
- Laugh. I like them deep and throaty. That’s not what she said.
- I wish I never moved out of Dad’s house and instigated that heartache.
- I wish I hadn’t spent most of my life in regret, believing I was past forgiveness and not worth salvation.
- I wish I hadn’t waited.
- I wish I never let anyone down.
- "As My Guitar Gently Weeps" by Jim Shimabukuro
- “Black, Blue” by the Avett Bros
- "Lost?" by Coldplay
- Sleep under the open sky and confirm that the night sky really is as velvety violet as I’ve always imagined.
- Run an ultra-marathon. Run until there’s nothing but me and the earth and God to reckon with.
- I call myself a gypsy, but really I’m afraid I don’t know what a home is and will always burn a bridge before I do.
aug 2 2009 ∞
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