listography

For Christmas I got a Listography Organizer from my Mother. She went through some of the pages and filled in 1 answer she thought I would jot down (in the green pen). These are some of the "lists" I can't wait to fill out, complete the allotted tasks, and a few that made me laugh.

eep.

lush; a natural blush.

Once and awhile I become obsessed, engulfed, or swallowed in a fit of desire to have the style, features, etc, of a particular model. This is my current pursuit. Elena Perminova. Just what you need in a woman: long limbs, sass, and natural beauty. Hopefully a defining sense of humour and wit are included as well. It's hard to get the "full package" though, isn't it?

4 months

and I will be here.

For Sooz

When I like my friends, I try to make them a nice little birthday card.
And I sure do like my Suz!

aspire to be/ inspired by

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave bereft

I am not there. I have not left.

-by Mary Elizabeth Frye.

a small descriptor/ impromptu script on you:

[something] that is both elegant and of elegiac proportions.
but mostly, it's effortlessly natural & raw.

By whim, I become aloft; whimsically entranced . I seek to absorb a broad spectrum of passions; full of bellowing guffaws, ha ha's and screams of delight (and many more not fit to share).

Last night, I shed tears. Oddly, the whole scene was not compiled like those (all too often) depicted and usual "female-type" hysterics or mannerism. Why exactly it occurred has me in some strange awe.. Oh, I don't know you, I don't know you at all.