These are the days of roses, of poetry and prose. 

"of course you do..you care about everythign! -g"

It's nice to be known, and to know that no matter where I turn, there will be a heart who knows and loves me.

But of course, at the same time, I'm trying to go a little easier on myself. 

PMSy. Do you think I care?

The sun's not yellow, it's chicken.

I remember thinking to myself that here was a life I just did not want to have, some by circumstance but most by the work of one's own hands and heart. And I figured, why should I take their word seriously? I still did, and that was my mistake. 

James 3:

¹³Who is wise and understanding among you? Let him show it by his good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom. ¹⁴But if you harbor bitter envy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast about it or deny the truth. ¹⁵Such "wisdom" does not come down from heaven but is earthly, unspiritual, of the devil. ¹⁶For where you have envy and selfish ambition, there you find disorder and every evil practice. 

 ¹⁷But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. ¹⁸Peacemakers who sow in peace raise a harvest of righteousness.

Blessings aren't just for the ones who kneel, luckily.

Sailing, buffets at the fullerton, dresses. I sure know how to live it up.