surprise.

i am going to celebrate a friend's birth.

karaoke style.

and i thought you should know.

jump for joy

i spent a few minutes this morning having "fun."

i jumped. for joy. because jumping is fun.

perhaps this is juvenile, but i find myself needing to set aside some purposeful times for fun.

here are the fruits of my joyful labor.

socks?

camera?
timing? eh...
good.
better?

favorite.

consequently, i forgot my packed lunch on the kitchen counter. oops!

my hair!!!!!!

"What is it Jo?" asked sweet Beth. "Is it father?"

"*sob sob sob* MY HAIR *sob sob sob sob sob*" Jo.

ironically, i miss my short hair.

i know others may not consider my hair to be unmanageably long.

but i do.

i'm tired of it. will i be able to last?

let me rephrase.

how will i possibly be able to last until Christmas??

short or long. help me decide. please?

the ever that never there was

a poem. for you. but mostly for me.
to express the sadness of a like that never a love will be.

a little over dramatic? perhaps.

over the top even? you bet.

but sometimes, it pays to express.

'if ever a never there was
it’s the ever that never will be
the most painful that ever there was
and the saddest that ever could be

though never is ever the truth of the case
if ever i could should be she
i’d never wish to flee from a place
so happy as if i weren’t me'