You can't even handle me right now.

Hey Love,
It's official, stop being so stupid. For a brief moment you had me fooled into believing my thoughts are toxic for me but you're wrong. Don't you ever doubt my toolbox again. (I need a new one Santa, nudge nudge) I'll finally confess my secrets/ideas/encouragement to a book instead of vaguely to a stupid blog. I'm SICK of fake relationships, fake friendships, fake food (sorry papa) and half-hearted blog entries. I wanna scream to the world but I know nobody is really listening. Change that. Now. Lizi, It's about dang time to be strong. Stop disappointing me.
Love,
Yourself

Gobble

A Cookie is at Stake

Simple Sampler.

Looking for Hairy Men

I know. I get WAY too into projects. Good news though, getting back on Illustrator was like riding a bike! or...razor?

Sunday Surprise

Silly Goose.

I am stopped at a green light. Sorry if you're reading this and hoping that it will be an upbeat/bring on the world post. See, I'm a hopeless romantic who is limited by the reality of my dreams. I've longed for the kind of bliss only my childhood imagination put to credit. I never thought it would be so...scary. Complicated. Confusing. Hurtful.
The other night I hit all green lights on my way home from my parents house. Got me thinkin...my insecurities in my love life cause roadblocks and red lights of doubt.Seems like there is way too many people concerned about the wrong things. I just want someone who is as passionately enthusiastic about seeing what life has to offer as I am. There's got to be one, at least one time in love that my feelings never need to stop. Right? Basically I can't wait to spend my forever with someone who has as big of an expectation on love as I do. That's when we'll make the magic happen.

Wastebook

Try a Facebook fast, it's pretty intense.

Over and Out

Incertitude

Я не понимаю, как я позволяю этому случаться. Я больше не знаю, что сделать.

"Nous nous inquiétons au sujet de l'avenir qui n'existe pas."-Amanda

Someday.

Simple

Love. Joy. Memory.

Last Chance

I hear next week the storm is rollin in. That means this is your real last chance to taste the sun for months. My suggestion for you is to make some caramel tea, grab your jar of honey, put on your favorite tuke and read your favorite book. Plus, it's Thursday. What more convincing do you need?

S-L-ick.

I want.

Death Laughed at Me but I Didn't Taste Good so He Spat Me Out

I guess when you challenge the world to fling you, it shouldn't be so suprising when it does just that. Scooby, for the first time ever you have disappointed me. I understand it was eventually inevitable but why you? I had so much faith in you. Busily thinkin of finishing a project and the many halloween festivities to come,
the rain won and I crashed on my beloved scooter saturday afternoon. Here was my thought progression during the incident: Turbulence, confused, falling, watching scooby slide away from my body, oh cuss word, thigh sharp pain, insisting the five kind strangers surrounding me nothing is wrong, scrambling to the curb, hoping my only surviving unripped pants are still in one piece, getting drenched on my once nicely done hair, sitting, crying for no reason but every reason at the same time, wanting an umbrella, calling for an umbrella, texting the two people I thought would care but probably don't. Embarrassment. Spent. Depression. Redemption. A fresh serene look on fragile life. By all means, this was not a near death experience, just a really deep down/face the facts/you need help sometimes embarrassment of a show.

Dear life, I ♥ you so. I'm not ready to be done, okay? Sometimes ya gotta taste your temporariness for you to remember how much longer you want to exist. Sincerely, Lizi LaRee.