its a kittens kind of morning

cough me a river

i haven't made a real entry in a few days because i have nothing to talk about besides my sickness but i feel i'm ready to give in and let you all know just how it's been. the first few days were the fever days, and i spent every evening calling my mom with my cell phone from downstairs and quietly moaning into the phone for her to come fix me. she tried her best, wiping the pathetic tears from my eyes and pressing cold compresses onto my forehead but nothing really helped. i was too uncomfortable to sleep but the lights made me crazy so i just lay in the dark for days on end. finally tuesday night i was able to fall asleep and slept for 12 hours. last night i slept another 10. my fever has given way to coughing fits and utter exhaustion not to mention constant nausea. i managed to spend the first two days in bed but tuesday i had a test at school (i got an A!) and last night was my best friend's birthday dinner which i managed to drag myself to. today i got tattooed for 3 hours and although i know i'm starting to get a bit better, i can only hope none of the people i've encountered in the last few days will get this sickness because as we all know, it's horrific. i hope tonight holds another good sleep and tomorrow a much better feeling day.

go veg

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choices

"Over a meal of fried plantains and bony fish from the Chari River, she told me that, among the variety of aid workers, two broad categories stood out: the runners and the seekers. The runners were fleeing their past lives; the seekers were looking for adventure or enlightenment. She was a runner, she said, but offered no details.

She went on to say that she had reached a point in her life where she must make a choice. She was thirty-three, young enough to return to her country and try to establish a life with marriage, children, and a home. Or she could continue on as she was, with reassignments every few years and little chance for marriage and children. “Look around,” she said, “and you’ll see that this business is full of women thirty-five to forty-five who are strong, competent, good at what they do, and single.” She had never had a long-term relationship. She must make a choice, she said. It seemed to me that she already had."Lives of the Saints

growing up

yesterday i attended the wedding of one of my oldest friends. the group of us girls have stayed pretty solid since elementary school and alana was the first of us to marry (and change her name). i am a pretty big sucker for weddings anyways but i started bawling after this one. i grabbed my friends who were close to me and told them how happy i was that we've stayed together through it all and how happy i am that we all have grown into such incredible and different people. i feel so lucky to have been a part of their lives. the wedding was beautiful and the food was delicious. i wore a short dress and caught an awful bug from going too wild last night. i'm sicker today than i've been since my spanish bronchitis last summer :( my mom has been trying to take care of me with back rubs, soup and cold compresses but my fever is raging and the tears are streaming :( sickness sickness go away. here's a picture of my lovely friend having her first dance with her sweetheart of a husband on the ice at night in a heart of candle bags.

you may kiss the bride

are you kidding

i was just paroozing through whowhatwear.com and found that Free People are actually trying to market riding breaches as the new style of leggings. i spent my teen years embarrassed to be seen out in public in these things and even now that i'm old enough to care less what people think, i still don't consider myself fashion forward when i'm heading out to the farm. these are functional gear people. inner knee grip pads and velcro ankles are not going to be seen on me at clubs or on dates. no way