Mosaic Art of Islamic Mosques
Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Corn Casserole at 12:30am. Paula Deen! :) (Taken with instagram)
Twisted Lizard with my wingwoman (Taken with instagram)
To have brought her home, to have fed her, and held her After never possessing such a canine companion; And then to be without, in an empty house, Neither barking, nor squeaking, No slobbery wake-up calls or soft kisses to be had; Take away my loss, oh please, just a little ease would be nice!
By a foresty path we used to walk Covered by hundreds of leafs and flowers, A butterfly flutters excitedly Through the grass and toward a flower: Covered with the dew of her nose As she sniffed the petals on our blissful journey.
Based off of Herman Melville’s “Monody.” I didn’t intend to be so dramatic, but I miss my puppy and I can’t decide if I am proud of this poem or if I should be a little embarrassed haha.
Fitz & The Tantrums “Winds of Change”
Lately I’ve realized that I like to “run in a pack” so to speak. I love the intimate nature of my friendships, but so many of them are one-on-one. It’s always been a desire of mine to have a cohesive, co-dependent (half kidding) “group” to call mine. Last year was starting to feel like that, all of my friends merging, having parties together every chance we got, assuming we’d spend every free moment we had together. Things have change a little bit, with everyone seeming to move in different directions. Right now I am sitting in a cafe called Savor the Flavor, which is basically Chicago’s version of Central Perk. I guess I’ve always wanted that Friends type of friends, if that makes sense. For that reason, today that has me a little bit down and I’m not really sure what to do with that. The good thing is that it feels like a manageable type of “blue” feeling. And life goes on, and there’s always a chance to turn things around.
On a more ultimate note: I will be happy again. I will feel myself again. I will I will I will.
Went to my favorite place the other day, the Artist’s Cafe. I think I love this charming place so much because there aren’t many like it, especially in downtown Chicago, and it just reminds me of exactly the type of cafe I would go to if I lived in Paris. I used to go there all the time in high school with my best friends. It’s not usually in my jurisdiction to dine alone, but it had been so long since I had been there that I decided to go by myself. It was a little strange at first, but soon became just fine. I sipped my hot chocolate as I looked out the window and saw the chaos that was Michigan Ave, and somehow I felt at peace. I had a moment of clarity and I felt like as crazy as things are right now, they might end up being okay…I might end up being okay. I hope I have more days like this.