well so i decided to create a blog. heh.
i'll hopefully be sharing things on here with myself, with family, friends, anyone who cares to listen.
i decided to call it running low on ink since this is an electronic version of the journals i have so long kept. i think emily dickinson's heart would be sad if i stopped keeping them all together, so i will still write some in them too; but since i keep them hidden under the bed i will also share thoughts here for you out in the open. maybe not quite so secret, but my sincerest thoughts none the less.
i can't promise any award winning pieces, but i do give my vow that i will write what is in my heart, keep my soap box rants short and always save room for your comments at the end.
so...here goes...
today i am listening to:
adele - 19--chasing pavements
jens lekman - night falls over kortedala--opposite of halleluja
kitty, daisy and lewis--self titled--going up counrty
today i am watching:
my so called life on hulu
today i am reading:
sing a song of tuna fish by esme riji
poem of the day:
your thoughts don't have words everyday
they come a single time
like signal esoteric sips
of the communial wine
which while you taste so native seems
so easy so to be
you cannot comprehend its price
nor its frequency--
emily dickinson
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