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who really knows [about me]A new distraction for a busy twenty-something Seattleite. Think of this as the Seinfeld of blogs.
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i feel drunk
Post by Post by The Beast Girl on September 2, 2009 at 20:57 | Category: Randombut i am not.
hello people. it has been far too long. you should listen to the same song i am while reading. please click play:
wow. well i just watched, Bella. very good. tear fest, but good. the main character reminded me of a boy we met in montana, bearded wonder. he was very awesome. he reminded us of a close friend we had here in seattle, crazy wonder. i don’t know why i am concealing their identities. just go with it.
moving along. and feeling quite random.
why do i continue to exist online? don’t be silly. i don’t know that i will ever cease to blog. so please, hold the phone. you will still have me here. but what i mean is more about why do i do what i do? please tell me. because i don’t know.
i wish my mornings were joined with an excitement. an absolute joy for getting out of bed and starting my day. i want to live in the mountains. i want to wake to the warmth of sunshine on my face. i want to sit on the deck in the crisp cool morning air, sip my coffee and take in all of God’s beauty. i want to work in the yard and get my hands dirty. i want to take my horse on our daily trail ride, up into the pines. i want to teach others the glory of being outside and what it has to offer. i want to woo children with the smells of the pine tress and the mixture of fresh rain and dirt. i want so much more than what i have today, but in the opposite way i want a truck or a small hand held camera. i want freedom from monies. i want strong friendships, not revolving around business or work. i want a family. i want to raise children. i want to teach them the wonderful things i’ve learned. i want to kiss their foreheads. i want to love them as i have been loved.
how can i be so far along, and yet, feel so far behind?
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