I hate the word “furry”
At the moment, I have
twenty different active games of “Word with Friends”
Going on at the same time.
Today,
I followed some new people on Twitter.
my feed is overwhelming
And there’s no way I’ll keep up
But I’ll never be bored
Yesterday,
I joined the Guild for Polymer Clay
Paid $35 to be part of it
But it’s one of those decisions
That I should wait 24 hours
Before making
Isn’t it all?

Black Heart Revival Necklace

ONE of a KIND

Fashion and Passion collide

All this and more for a very reasonable price at CLASHUAL.

–Sal Vulcano’s motivational affirmation, seen on Impractical Jokers (Thursday’s, 10 pm, TruTV)

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.

North Beach, Maryland

I’ve named them “Crazy Beads” since they are quite busy.  If you’d like to see more or are interested in having your own Crazy Bead jewelry, give me a shout out at:

CLASHUAL

Earrings

Necklaces

Chinatown, DC, 1.25.12

The restaurant had seen better days
but they wanted an authentic experience.
I ordered a combo of Singapore noodles and sweet & sour chicken
that put all other Chinese cuisine to
shame
And cost half the price.

The city was buzzing
I felt more alive
I should go to DC more often.

Yes, I have gone to confession before.  I was raised Catholic so my participation was quite mandatory.  Every so often, always on a Saturday, my mother would decide it was a good idea that we head over to St. Anthony’s to attend evening mass instead of going Sunday morning.  The catch was, confession was offered prior to mass, so usually we had to do that too.   We’d stand in line at the back of the church, which always smelled like mildew,  next to the ancient pews, and wait our turn.   Then, it was a one-on-one in a tiny divided room.  I’d rack my brain for non-terrible offenses which could be considered sins, confessed, and then the priest said a few words and sentenced me to recite certain prayers certain numbers of times.   It was strange.

I’d always end up day dreaming afterwards, while kneeling in front of all the candles.  Then I’d snap out of it and realize I hadn’t said any of the prayers yet.  Hail Mary, ful of grace….Wait…How many am I supposed to say?  I’d forget, then forget some of the verses, and eventually give up and create my own custom prayer to give God, followed by chit chat.

That’s all I’ve got for you.

except this….

cut & run.

(advice)