I need a brand name.

I will spend the next 3 weeks of my life searching every periodical, staring at every flyer on the sidewalk, looking up names of Greek gods on wikipedia, and paying annoyingly close attention to all TV commercials in the hope of stumbling across a prefect single word. I suppose a word pair would also do. Here enlies new direction, new goals, a reason to become emerged in the frivolous world of fashion.

fall

It wasn't the cold that got to me that Fall. Nor was it your ever changing moods. Those could be counted upon, battled down or stirred up.

I am stir crazy and feel unsettled yet again.

,,, time ,,,

So I haven't been writting.
I have sometimes been flossing.
and I mostly have stopped smoking.
4 in 12 days.

i suppose half a commitment to some goals is better than none at all.

i'm looking at my hands in the glow of the computer screen.
they are starting to look old.
i wonder how they will look when i am double my age? when i am tripple my age they will just be bones.

I have lived a quater of my life thus far. Over the past couple of days I've been randomly reminded of the things I have done with my time. I remember over sleeping one day in Europe and escaping tradegy or something far worse ... it was the day my niece was born, the time Matt plowed his car into that bank in the snow and how he worried while sitting in my room with the white world outside, getting baptized in a cold water creek - dressed in white -when I was a kid, playing soft ball with my dad in the front yard, driving somewhere mundane when I was in high school feeling adventure lurked around the next bend, sitting with jeffery in his silver honda civic in the barnes and nobles parking lot with our seats pushed back staring at the ceiling having a really nice talk about something I cannot remember, summer nights at Gretchen's house (the world seemed so large and the possibilties so endless), a trip to Dinsey World in which a pack of sandwiches, garnoal bars, and V8 juice was kept handy at all times, making love for the first time - how the entire memory is a view from overhead, swimming in Clarke Hill lake everyday for one summer with the two kids i baby sat, trying on prom dresses with my mom - the look on her face when something didn't fit, the look on it when something did, the first time I went to Magic in Las Vegas and the way I felt when I came home....

Happy 2009

I promise to start writting again, stop smoking and keep on flossing.

I've been pretty good about the flossing so far.