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I know why there is an eating disorder for me. Aside from the culture and the pre-existing neurons that are twisted in whatever vengeful way. Sometimes I feel a pulling, a collapsing inside my chest. ( A therapist once read the words back to me from his notepad and implied me melodramatic).  It aches- My body, I mean. It lasts seconds or minutes or days. I want to inhale and inhale and inhale and

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http://cyprusknees.blogspot.com/

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I arrived home yesterday. I am only two hours off. Something kept me awake until 4am this morning though. And today it is already 2am. I am careful to sleep well when I'm with James I suppose. In central time it is four am. anyway. The rabbits zoomed through the apartment all yesterday and today. I've never seen such enthusiasm from them. Parsnip crawling up my arms, Beaumont all ear flops.

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Ninety degrees today. This is the begining of summer. And being in Love, and eating sweet foods, and sitting around with icey beers. James comes home for keeps tomorrow at midnight. The me time over the last four months has been difficult but good. It is important to know the strength of your own heart; we are always reminded. (we will sometimes make it, and sometimes not) It feels that each new

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-34338721830112963062010-06-23T13:00:00.000-07:002010-06-23T13:00:50.474-07:00

I don't know what I'm doing with this blog. I think it has been clear that I have never set aside what its use was. I paper and pen journal constantly, streams of thoughts and documenting events. I have an [opendiarydotcom] that I've had for ten years, it is intimate and I bare myself there and I've created deep relationships with people I've never met. Their feedback is important and the way I

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I returned home early Tuesday morning from New England. James spoiled me like a princess. I can't recall being spoiled so. We went to The Duck and Bunny one night and adventured to Newport for (my first) high tea another. (The Duck and Bunny) (High Tea, and why I'm in Love) James returns for one week tomorrow night. We already have a couples massage in Walingford planned, along with tasty dinners

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+ Three days until things level out. I have to fly for nine hours first but it is all worth it, even if I do always throw up. + I waxed my legs today and gave myself a brazilian. Re-dyed my red hair. painted nails. elizabeth maintenance- check. + I've been eating Caesar salad for the last six days. I am not tired of it yet. It is also calming my food anxieties while still being enough food. + I'm

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My brain feels like it has flattened itself against the sides of my skull. I could scarcely be more uninspired and unsatisfied. Dear job, you suck- I am over you. The past four days have averaged 35 transactions in a ten hour period. I work eight of those hours. I am maybe seeing 20 customers a day and half of those people order drip. I am so bored. I finished my books. I have done everything on

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My script for my birth control ran out earlier this month. I've been taking Microgestin FE 1/20 for about a year. Before that Lo-Ovral, Ortho Tri-Cyclen Lo, Yasmin, and probably a couple other 'Lo' brands. I began taking birth control when I was 18. I don't remember the brand but I do know I was terrified of gaining weight. Instead I lost ten pounds and spent the two months I was taking it

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Saturday was mostly good. I woke up at noon and made breakfast to go with a french press of Stumptown. I spent a better part of the day putting together a jigsaw puzzle of a wolf and watching internet-tv. Around five I noticed how blustery it was outside and decided to go for a run through downtown. Everything was light and easy. I love how running without headphones in the rain feels like it

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Currently:   considering dinner Current Album: Current TV Series: Current shame inducing guilty pleasure:hours a day, every day. Current Links:www. tvduck.com Current Drink: Current Fetish: Current Wish List:No more!so I can have James back Current Song:http://www.melophobe.com/audio/06-girls-just-want-to-have-fun.mp3 Current Triumph: Current Scent:Current Excitement: Current Mood:  

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did you know that everything is going to be so beautiful and okay? sometimes I get swirlled up in the depression and manic meloncholly and I forget that I am no longer at where I was. That life is already beautiful and perfectly scented. I am so in love and this love is like honey and I'm going to be in school and eventually I'll have a career and enough money to not be stretched too thin. And

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I have been sending one million resumes and personalized cover letters to one million employers. I have also met with the school advisor and planned my fall schedule. It is simple and includes just math, english, and yoga but I am excited, and scared, and a little worried but mostly excited! I am worried about being able to work enough without stressing myself out too much. We will see when we

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Flying off in three days time. I downloaded all 7 Audio Harry Potter's for the plane ride. I haven't flown in six years and I've never even been to the East coast. (Excitemnet!) James has most of our meals already figured out. The important things you know: Italian, french, sea food, pizza, chowder, breakfasts. We will both be well fed by Monday. There's a really good chance we're going to drive

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-91523972420245376502010-04-23T14:44:00.000-07:002010-04-23T15:25:08.721-07:00

Over the last few weeks I've been turning over the idea of genuine connectivity. I am aware that I've been over using the word 'connected' in reference to James and myself. It fits though and it will probably continue as one of my favourite adjectives for us.When things were clearly at the point of being very very broken in my marriage, I was sort of seeing a therapist. She was big on taking home

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-12553953301823039952010-04-22T13:43:00.000-07:002010-04-22T14:11:44.596-07:00

I have not been on top of things. Or, I have only been on top of some things. My 'to do' list grows every time I get a chance to cross something off. I am having the most difficult time mustering any energy. It is all talking myself into action. The bunnies have been really good the last week and even though they keep escaping their cage at night or while I'm at work, they aren't destroying

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I am feeling a little down today. I wish I was an airy floaty thing but my body is heavily refusing.James called me this morning to let me know that he'll be in Rhode Island for roughly four months. He is good at his job and everything is flooded and it's important.I want us to pour through summer together, touching everything. Sometime in August breaks my heart a little. It's because we are so

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what I expected and spent and small amount of time worrying and crying over, was the past. Silly how our flesh remembers the indents and stress of everything before. When Tyler would leave,even just for work (12+hours), I would become frantic, desperate even. My head would spin and sometimes my stomach would knot itself in so much that I would vomit. Everything would be flashing and loud and

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my insides are becoming a bit more complicated lately. just in the sense that they are not able to find a happy medium. a good balance. oh, that's all I really want.I am finding it easier to be awake when I am not taking so much of the seroquel but the in between is a bit more difficult. it's too obvious. plus all the samples are running running out and I am not sure what to do. I can't afford

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-35939334066635952522010-03-24T14:31:00.000-07:002010-03-24T14:32:45.396-07:00

The bunnies are doing very well. Soft and playful. They are getting better and better about their litter box too. As long as I continue to be diligent with picking up stray poops and putting them in the box. I have to buy some bigger boxes for the living room because when they can't lounge in them they end up peeing on the floor. ack. Last night I played fetch with Parsnip for half an hour. She

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This month has been a little strange. My head and body are confused, or something. Life continues to progress beautifully but I've started feeling anxious and depressed on a regular basis again. Not terrible but it feels like the beginnings of so many other times. When I'm alone my panic attacks are so unmanageable. My evenings are getting harder too. By the time I get home from work I'm sobbing

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-9505166971638048802010-03-07T15:40:00.000-08:002010-03-07T15:43:10.643-08:00

James and I are now the proud parents of two sweet-soft mini rex's! Meet Beaumont Wilshire and Parsnip! oooh the photos that will be forced upon you in volumes...

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Currently: feeling it allCurrent Album:Current Film:Current shame-inducing guilty pleasure:the internet, so much.Current Links:http://fatshionable.tumblr.com/http://blog.musingsofafatshionista.com/http://www.youngfatandfabulous.com/http://www.leblogdebigbeauty.com/http://dollface-is-candysweet.blogspot.com/http://adipositivity.my-expressions.com/index.htmlCurrent Drink:&fresh juices and

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I am freezing and sore (Lots of toning and weights these last several weeks) today. But I look super-lovely-cutes, good sweater you know. . burr though. buuurrrrr.Update on my tummy/digestion: Soy free has been relatively successful. When I go 4 or 5 days without I feel somewhat lot better but I'm also noticing my stomach feeling very wonky regardless . I don't know. It's a but frustrating. I

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There is a consensus that my reoccurring nightmares of Tyler. Of that house. Of almost two years of manipulation- a consensus that it is coming up again now, spreading itself unwelcomed over my pretty pink new life, because I am safe. I am happy, joyful really. The safest ever.James touches my face every chance he gets. He kisses my hair. I can feel it, with my eyes closed. All warmth and

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-34120430970549156252010-02-24T12:44:00.000-08:002010-02-24T12:55:28.677-08:00

My head is so muddled right now. I feel like I am constantly all over the place. Wait, that's sort of true. Overall the tone of my life and my heart is so much more lifted than it was. It has been almost a year since Tyler and I separated. A little more than a year since I learned of his affair. At the time I wanted so badly to be at least six months from it, a year seemed like heaven. I think

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-89994485369108014192010-02-19T13:05:00.000-08:002010-02-19T13:36:00.616-08:00

How to be very bright:Open my eyes when kissing your mouthKiss your mouthSit behind windows when the sun shines andimagine heat lapping up mymilky flesh. Determine destinationswith the soles of my feet-Their wear, Their walk. Unseamsleeves in the shoulder creases and kissmy own body."

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Everything I read. Everything I see. It personifies every important feeling. I have this eagerness in me now. I don't know when or where I got it. The importance of Love and Happiness. That nothing can get in the way now. I didn't think I could make it before- maybe that's it. This fresh air thrills me. I cannot take it for granted at all now. I don't want to waste anything not feeling everything

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-78310987593669541772009-11-10T14:07:00.000-08:002009-11-10T14:08:39.399-08:00

just touching down again. Still kicking and such. still computerless, getting rid of my fancy internet phone because Lord, it is too much money. I have no money. But it's fall/winter in seattle and everything is so soggy and the leaves are all bright and they fall like snow when the wind bustles in. James picks out the best leaves for me and puts them in my hair and then touches my face with his

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-1059728670139938802009-08-04T20:52:00.000-07:002009-08-04T20:55:05.686-07:00

I've been meaning to write but my life is still in Transition and sometimes simple things become very complicated. Like real computers, with keyboards...I want to first tell you something very important:I Love my body. (!)It is a good body, it has persevered, and I want to care for it. It only took me twenty three years to be able to say this with genuine feeling and honesty, knowing every extent

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-75771841860609149552009-07-29T00:57:00.000-07:002009-07-29T00:59:32.346-07:00

oh. oh. oh. my fluttering insides. I am telling you, such silliness, such infatuation. Do you Love the world and it's ability to push you in every place in a matter of months? What is the date? July? I have felt nearly everything in eight months. No. I do not pretend to have felt even close to everything but definitely the most my small little life has ever considered feeling in such a short

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Today I felt very sharp, like I could have the best reflexes and perhaps out run something very fast. But now that I am home, at my parents, I feel a little fuzzy and disconnected. I think there is this thing happening where my life inches forward in fluid quick movements but it isn't quite off the ground yet. I am still in Transition. which is fine but my equilibrium is all off whack. And I'd

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-89101758423526448592009-07-20T22:41:00.000-07:002009-07-20T22:45:42.322-07:00

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Something of boats andLove, the unforgivingfullness of both. My limbsalways flailing andneedy.I would crave the sand--want it fresh againstmy skin, coarse granulesrenewing me. I couldneed a ship, sturdyto and fro-- my legsstrong and ready.But the Sea,having it turn and turn, mybody cold and used. The Seabrings me everywhere, it letsme hear the swooshof the fish andthe smack of the clam.

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I don't know. My heart hurts or my body hurts. Maybe it's both.I worked seven 11 hour days. In the hospital. Only standing. Everyone is cranky and in a hurry. Or sick. Or crazy. or everything. No one cares down there. But that's it , Manager was on vacation and is back. Good money though and that's what counts, right? No more waking up at 5am and getting home at 7. Thank God.Maybe that wouldn't

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-2996703271959583412009-07-01T18:39:00.001-07:002009-07-01T18:54:03.773-07:00

Trying to post off my phone does not allow me more than a few hundred characters. So now a computer, now a full post with depressing details. But bullet points because letting myself rest on any one of these for more than a moment or two is entirely too much:+I only dream about them. Sometimes it his him leaving me again and again. sometimes it is him explaining my numerable faults. sometimes it

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-66193216243617999722009-06-30T23:49:00.001-07:002009-06-30T23:53:57.661-07:00

I lost my momentum. I don't know what happened. My head is fuzzy a lot. All the information from him is exhausting. He's so happy with her...

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out of limbo. finally. I interviewed yesterday and I start tomorrow. I felt very good vibes from these people. I plan on working a million years for them. Can we pray to every god that it is a wonderful job that I'll adore to death? I deserve that. I am believing in it and taking it. In fact, I am taking every little drop of goodness that anyone can provide. My chest is wide open for Love or

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-43805838056256056362009-06-09T01:15:00.001-07:002009-06-09T01:20:18.514-07:00

I am bright and soft. I am trying so hard to persevere. I am bright and soft.I don't know. These things are so hard. and they keep hurting so much. None of it is lessening. Someone said to just wait for three weeks, that there would be tiny improvements. I don't know. It doesn't feel like it. I am doing everything I can. I am trying very hard. and it is so much. I don't want these things. I don't

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-58475470706886934152009-06-03T13:33:00.000-07:002009-06-03T13:39:55.436-07:00

My head continues attempting to put life's events in some sort of cohesive order. Silly the way we want things to make sense when they never really do. My whole year has been covered in lengthy unexplainable moments.I am at the tea shop today. Pouring iced red honey peach tea down my throat seems like the only fix for now. What is funny or ironic or sad is that I have finally found the perfect

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-49180587000503169022009-06-02T18:14:00.000-07:002009-06-02T18:21:14.364-07:00

i miss him a lot. This is week three. Whatever that means. I get embarrassed when I think about how I allowed myself to be treated. But I still miss him. I still want us to change and evolve and be beautiful and happy. I want us to fulfill our potential. I so wanted to work on everything. We could have. But everyone has to be trying. Not just me. Not always just me.my heart is so broken. this

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-63379729719952594852009-05-27T16:16:00.001-07:002009-05-27T16:16:51.133-07:00

He just stopped liking me. Probably around the time he stopped being so nice. Probably around the time I was depressed and thought it was because I was fat. Oh, he thought it was because I was fat too and then when I got less fat more recently he was attracted to me again but still didn't like me. I guess that's how things go. You can be with someone for seven years and then what, six in you

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-86858524486950903042009-05-25T17:30:00.000-07:002009-05-25T17:42:54.344-07:00

Somewhere not as positive today. My enthusiasm dissipated through the night- probably due to my dreams. I don't want to take any of it back but it just hurts more today.I passed out resumes everywhere and hopefully if I am very lucky I will be able to find a job so soon and be out of this house by the end of June. There are many amazing deals on apartments right now. I'm worried they'll disappear

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-72470450011514178782009-05-21T11:08:00.000-07:002009-05-21T11:16:58.861-07:00

well, that's it. Today I am exhausted but okay. I hope this feeling lasts.Last night I wandered around in a hysterical fashion taking photographs of insignificant important things. (stuff under the couch, slept in bed, two refrigerators, star wars book shelf, etc)I thought my dreams would be rife with dreadful events. I forget them mostly but the general feeling upon waking was no so bad. Not

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-82012388914531849522009-05-13T16:10:00.000-07:002009-05-13T16:35:50.740-07:00

That job interview was a lie, on their part. It was essentially an open barista call, experienced and non. Which could have been almost good even but it was just coming in a filing out an application on top of my resume and giving it to them and that being it. Isn't that the point of craigslist? very confusing.So still no job. Though very clean house and lots of tasty baked goods. When one has

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-3498137407645766762009-04-27T22:17:00.000-07:002009-04-27T22:22:11.160-07:00

I feel okay. I mean, I'm drunk but I feel okay. Which has lately not been the case. I get all weepy and anxious and overthink recent events. Perhaps time has finally made a difference. Or God, or circumstances of said drunkeness. Maybe it's not every time.I feel okay. Tyler is playing Halo and Pete is over and after he told me that he thinks i'm more attractive not really skinny he started

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-14106586773577469762009-04-22T13:47:00.000-07:002009-04-22T13:51:21.990-07:00

Here's my revelation.when I'm fucking angry, BE fucking angry.oh my gawd. it took me twenty three years to figure this out. You have no idea. Literally (clearly not metaphorically), no idea how much this helps. Can we just say that if I just concentrate on the angry I don't even have time to invalidate my feelings. Amazing. I'm telling you.

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-14290894983302964312009-04-21T15:34:00.000-07:002009-04-21T15:38:16.479-07:00

My therapist gave me a really good book about managing anxiety without medication. Although we both agree that I should stay medicated, it doesn't make the help inside the book any less helpful. I read most of it yesterday and wrote down important things in my (paper & pen) journal (which is really cute btw... birds and such). A lot of what was inside I'd definitely heard before but there was

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-31812774063581385102009-04-15T22:29:00.000-07:002009-04-15T22:39:46.862-07:00

So I have a uti 'with flying colours'. I walked out of the Dr's with four prescriptions. Lets kick this thing in ass. Since my appointment was sort of impromptu I was only able to see the nurse (pee in a cup, take my temperature). I had an appt scheduled for Thursday anyway, I will be able to talk to my dr about my more recent moods then. I don't know if I should adjust my medications or change

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-82448781185665126962009-04-12T02:44:00.001-07:002009-04-12T03:03:32.226-07:00

These feelings aren't going away. I think they are progressing quickly into unmanageable if they aren't there already. I don't know. Today should have been good and it was but I have just felt so completely inadequate and insecure as of late. My head is fuzzy and being with people I love should be simple. I just, and I'm regretfully embarrassed to say this, am having a really difficult time being

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-67324712263209596572009-04-08T16:47:00.001-07:002009-04-08T17:19:34.855-07:00

Here's the thing, you should hire me. I would make a spectacular personal assistant (M-F). I am sweet, personable, outgoing but not obnoxious, cute enough (never cuter than you), good at making appointments, doing laundry, making tasty meals, creating delicious espresso (in all its forms), and even pretty great at entertaining children. oh and I'm super organized and clean. I don't even want a

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-39072050751246512902009-03-31T18:59:00.000-07:002009-04-01T20:12:27.095-07:00

Have I told you that I Love my new therapist? because I do. I know it's only the third session but I can already see the potential in us working on stuff together. I feel like she is smart and even knows her stuff about eating disorders, which unfortunately is not always the case. I haven't felt this positive about a therapist in a long time. She is sort of funny though. Today she mentioned that

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-61431299426710329512009-03-29T21:14:00.000-07:002009-03-29T21:18:46.664-07:00

Tyler and I are both sick, at the same time. Which is sort of the worst because there's no one to take care of us. I keep hoping that I'll discover some sort of sick people's delivery service where you place an order for homemade soups, ginger ale, cough drops, and fresh bread but I have yet to find such a thing. I'm sure they would make millions though.So far we've spent days in bed sleeping,

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-32231372045583689672009-03-16T20:58:00.000-07:002009-03-16T21:03:13.928-07:00

Tyler is sleeping next to me on the couch. Everything is soft blankets and dim lighting. The room is always carefully vanilla scented. We have continued to communicate excessively. It is so good. And nearly every chance we get we've been out doing something somewhere. Yesterday a new (delicious) thai place and electronics shopping, tomorrow so many wild st. patrick things. Today is a snuggly sort

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-32109585758052062502009-03-14T20:35:00.000-07:002009-03-31T18:44:10.347-07:00

A new job. Regular newness stress. I haven't worked in a month and a half. within that period of time some extremely shitty things happened and now I'm somehow even more socially anxious and discouraged. I'm a barista so mostly I'm 'happy-customer-service-person' which can be easy to be for maybe 22 hours a week. But it only works if you create a thick layer of non-self around you. Nothing

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-30635915972619890852009-03-10T12:53:00.000-07:002009-03-10T12:54:12.515-07:00

Currently:in a funkCurrent Book:Current Album:Current Film:Current shame-inducing guilty pleasure:good pornCurrent Links: www.tinynibbles.com/index.phphttp://kateharding.net/http://www.google.com/reader/shared/user/13747963699435649949/label/EDDigestCurrent Drink:I'm back on the d.p. wagonCurrent fetish:Current wish list:Current Song:Lets fall back in LoveCurrent Triumph:deleting my myspace (and

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-25226239504411982422009-03-02T23:25:00.000-08:002009-03-02T23:41:08.932-08:00

I wish I could punch the wall in the puyallup house. It would be so sad/perfect. Alas. We kissed first about a month after officially meeting. We had been purely eskimo kissing prior to that. I was sleeping in Crystal's room and He was staying with her brothers. Crystal had already gone to bed and I was standing in the long, christmas-lit hallway in front of her closed door. We carefully rubbed

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-39247092461631779242009-02-19T00:35:00.000-08:002009-02-19T00:44:55.567-08:00

1 How long, O LORD ? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? 2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and every day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me? 3 Look on me and answer, O LORD my God. Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death; 4 my enemy will say, "I have overcome him," and my foes will rejoice when I fall. 5 But I trust

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-3345578223236550712009-02-05T14:49:00.000-08:002009-02-05T14:54:32.230-08:00

I am only uninspired when it is important that i write or create. No, that is not true. It is when I over think it. It is when I avoid feeling too much. It is months (years?) of seroquel thickening my blood. You can see it all regressing. Start with November and walk back five years. Everything I am proud of in a large sketch book. Filled with words and pastels. Oh this makes sense. No lines.

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-75976616040171260212009-01-29T22:52:00.000-08:002009-01-29T23:04:43.927-08:00

all this sadness softens me so, so much. I can barely lean into a couch without sobbing at it's coziness. and Tyler's toes, his hairy man feet, he brushes them against my calves and all I want is to roll over into him, so many times. He kisses me on my back when I am distracted and my front when I am not.Martha and I have been smoking so much weed trying to cry less. and it works but we feel

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-63049136867859494622009-01-25T19:52:00.000-08:002009-01-27T02:29:35.804-08:00

I just, I don't even know what to say about my faith anymore. I've been adjusting all these experiences and feelings and ideas accordingly over the last five or so years. And in the last two I'd say I was really struggling with everything I'd ever known. And these days, these days I feel like I am just more firmly moving toward agnosticism. And with recent events. and with my head in the places

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-55195778004247864262009-01-10T01:06:00.000-08:002009-01-10T01:09:41.730-08:00

I have been bad at writing. I am back to paper and pen mostly. It makes me feel a little more concise and less like i have to over explain things. I just feel unsure about everything lately and it's difficult to have even a small audience I guess.I went to the Dr yesterday and my pelvic ultrasound results were in. I don't have the no-baby condition that she thought I'd have but my right ovary is

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-81422309805472708532008-12-28T22:15:00.000-08:002008-12-28T22:17:29.831-08:00

Christmas was nice and nice. It was good seeing my siblings. Especially the ones that are living far away and that I miss on a regular basis. I have been sick since the 21st and have been abstaining perfectly from all alcohol, it's been a little hard with all the holiday happenings but I really want to feel better. Tyler's had the week off and we've done little else than shopping, eating, kissing

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-73253896027614583092008-11-19T14:02:00.000-08:002008-11-19T14:03:20.435-08:00

I have been having the hardest time waking up lately. The house is quiet except for the heater and outside is gray and windless.I weighed/measured myself today. Which is always stupid, I already know. My weight effects me less than you would think. The numbers always look so unfathomable that I'm just in some sort of disbelief. My measurements are what seem more tangible and cry-over worthy. On

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-20442595328859163912008-11-18T03:07:00.000-08:002008-11-18T03:12:50.148-08:00

Did I say that things are eerie? Because they are. I am different anxious lately. Like I am waiting for something bad to happen. It is not normally like this. It tends to be more general or separation related. Not this scary, dreading feeling. I made a dr's appointment for next Tuesday. The receptionist asked me my reason for making the appointment and I told her that there were many things

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-15604400895687454202008-11-11T02:21:00.000-08:002008-11-11T02:23:57.619-08:00

I just got home from an extra long night at work. Tyler texted me earlier before I left for work to let me know that he was at the bar and I texted him back telling him he was 'wiiiiiiiild', for being at the bar for so long. And without missing a beat he texted me back 'yeah, I carried the watermelons.' Such is my love!

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-46745500811941834682008-11-09T14:08:00.000-08:002008-11-09T14:09:27.899-08:00

I'm not here but I promise I am other places. and I think for now at least, that is good,

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-57388702765411968202008-11-05T00:06:00.000-08:002008-11-05T00:07:39.494-08:00

for all sorts of everything. I think almost everything I voted on went the way I wanted.I'm so excited. I need to find a beer and celebrate with these cats!

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-53653506991973250132008-10-21T00:24:00.000-07:002008-10-21T01:02:39.831-07:00

Our one year anniversary was today. I wore my veil for more than a few hours; I may be still be wearing it now... it's pretty. We celebrated over the weekend with piles of blankets and kisses, drank so much tea, and watched five movies. We have nearly the entire week to ourselves and I'm excited about it.The last month has been stressful. Too many people and babies in the house. Winter is

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-42559186319325380402008-10-07T04:09:00.000-07:002008-10-07T04:11:46.781-07:00

I am counting on October for everything. Crunchy, orange leaves ought to do it, no?I collected handfuls of leaves to bring back to Tyler"these are the ones I like the best, the ones that remind me of you"He keeps them in public places, and lately I blush.

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-38511713264874108302008-09-30T13:01:00.000-07:002008-09-30T13:11:13.557-07:00

I am so behind. But it doesn't matter; perspective or something:Portland and birds and foreign friends. We drank, and laughed, and ate, and did all the perfect things one is supposed to do while away. Martha and I could have easily been happily gone for months. We are thinking that hostels are our new best friends and might make a trip to Canada before passports are required. Ideally Iceland

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-53855919312998324822008-09-18T15:48:00.000-07:002008-09-18T15:51:42.783-07:00

Joy! The weather forecasted for today was 74 (the lowest we've had in forever) but it is currently 3.30 in the afternoon and 59! I could not be happier with the gray, rain threatening sky. If we could get a little rain, oh, heaven. Tomorrow is supposed to be 76 but I'm so hoping it will turn out like today. Hope, hope, hope.I found a medical assistant/receptionist job on craislist for a local,

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-47010323485231638112008-09-16T14:24:00.001-07:002008-09-16T15:55:42.353-07:00

I'm taking the train to Portland late on Sunday and staying in a hostel (below) for three nights.There will be drinking (good beer, coffee, and tea). Book and antique buying. And food.It's been almost a year since I've taken the train nearly every weekend. I miss it and am pretty excited for this two hour reunion. Do you think they'd notice if I drank my own wine? Train wine is awfully expensive

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-32197585184787417812008-09-11T00:11:00.000-07:002008-09-11T00:22:18.105-07:00

Several months ago I saw a commercial for Seattle Children's Hospital and during the commercial they showed my former ED IOP doctor, Cora Breuner. It was really exciting for some reason. I hadn't seen her in quite a while and even though it was just on tv, it made me happy. She was always such an amazing doctor. Definitely the very best ED doctor I have ever experienced. I remember being 13 and

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-15726955806806304632008-09-09T17:58:00.000-07:002008-09-09T18:22:26.347-07:00

When Tyler and I moved into our house one of the first things I wanted to do as a grown-up couple was receive my produce from an organic local farm. I'd always wanted to do this but it seemed silly until I was cooking for other people on a regular basis. It helps even more now that Martha is living with us as well. I looked into farm shares but many of them required me to drive to select

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-385537866047848172008-09-04T22:48:00.000-07:002008-09-04T22:49:05.797-07:00

All of the things that I used to be are tangled up in all of the things I am now. Some have been strangled out and others have only grown thicker. This has been a very difficult week. I keep telling myself that once fall is official everything will change. If my desire to asign supernatural powers to meaningless events actually worked, I would be an authentically happy person. Instead we pretend

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-29422367001648482042008-09-01T22:41:00.000-07:002008-09-01T23:04:40.220-07:00

After nearly a year of being married and quite a bit of contemplation and being so fickle, tomorrow I'm finally going to go get my name changed. I don't know if I'm more excited to have a new last name or a state ID. I don't drive so I've always just used my passport as my main form of ID for everything.Very, very dizzy today and lately. Perhaps it is season changing which makes my vertigo so

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-54791573752714229002008-09-01T12:34:00.001-07:002008-09-01T12:47:12.054-07:00

Aside from the alarm/phone call incident my body has been waking me up promptly at 12. If one is needed (and more for just in case) I tend to set an alarm for 12.30, today it was actually 1.30 because I didn't fall asleep until 6. But my head has a pattern. At least a wake-up pattern, everything else feels sporadic.I dreamt something about horses and riding to Puyallup. I woke and tried to peak

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-24794414164725977962008-08-31T22:56:00.000-07:002008-09-01T01:50:57.675-07:00

Today I woke up to what I thought was an accidentally set alarm. It was a phone call, this is the problem with having one of my ring tones as an alarm. I didn't answer it, just pushed that little ignore button on the side. What a beautiful button.I thought about making tea but I remembered that I still needed to put my pants in the dryer and that distracted me from my body.Later, after waking

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-4936654711808795442008-08-26T16:43:00.000-07:002008-08-26T16:48:34.774-07:00

I have been considering telling you everything. But where would the mystique be?maybe I should stick with what doesn't give you a thing because this doesn't, none of this does. I could go on all day about how this rash on my foot, my left foot, is finally gone- after 6 years it just left for no reason and it fills me with this hollow happiness.Although there isn't much mystique. I can recognize

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-47264580392386258322008-08-25T12:52:00.000-07:002008-08-25T12:58:48.423-07:00

On Friday night we bought a new throw-rug for the living room. We'd been eyeing this one specific brown shag for a while and it went on sale so we snatched it up. Here's the thing with fresh shag though, apparently it sheds, a lot, even after you give it a few vacuums. Party on Saturday night = brown fuzzies everywhere.The party was a success, I think. I baked two apple pies, fluffy white

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-49131090766082510042008-08-22T02:21:00.000-07:002008-08-22T02:43:27.850-07:00

Today is my half birthday. 22 and one half. Exactly I think. I know I was born between 1 and 2am. So, there you are. And here I am.Mid-wives and soggy rain in a small house. But it's August and nothing is like that.Tomorrow is a big birthday party for friends. I am going to bake things and wear a red 50's cocktail dress. I think that's all I know right now. Everything else could go any which way,

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-8681034224471095902008-08-17T00:17:00.000-07:002008-08-17T00:26:19.134-07:00

I'm just saying that on a random Saturday night I sometimes like to go out. Especially when I am too warm and antsy; it has been a while since I've really gotten dolled up. All our friends have babies now though, who goes out on a whim at midnight? me, but I guess that's it. Tyler's at work and I am bored. I am also extra down lately. I thought going out alone today might help but it may have

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-53775325512381798152008-08-15T23:36:00.000-07:002008-08-15T23:40:37.625-07:00

I don't really have anything to say.I am so ready for fall. I want September and October, over and over.Work is warm, I would quit if I knew where to go next.I'd rather not be working.I'd rather be painting and sewing and colouring and writing poetry;Can I get paid for that?A mosquito bit my arm pit. the whole thing is swollen and gross.Have I told you that I am so done with summer? Were there

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-68667833363167912222008-08-12T01:44:00.000-07:002008-08-12T01:56:14.728-07:00

Let's stick to basics though. No literal craziness, that is less interesting and more sad.My back for one. And joints while we're on the subject of insides. I've just starting taking glucosamine though and am desperately looking forward to its benefits. I feel like an old achey woman with these hips and other such joints. I am also 80% sure that I have some sort of glucose intolerance since I

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-52827434958180047622008-08-09T14:38:00.000-07:002008-08-09T15:16:58.906-07:00

Last October when I got married, I asked my mom if she would give me cookbooks. I love cooking and a baking and thought that part of our first year married could be about discovering all sorts of tasty things while I learned to hone my kitchen skills. And how silly it has been: powder sugar bags melting on burners and then covering the kitchen in confectionery snow, cookies without flour, splenda

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-48524138188821846272008-08-07T15:48:00.001-07:002008-08-07T15:57:06.670-07:00

It is hot and I am dizzy from not eating. I should eat something but I am sticky and lethargic. I'll have to cook something and hot anything seems awful in combination with the sun. I've been trying to create some sort of wind tunnel involving fans and windows but with this humidity it is nearly pointless. I would also like to have sex but for these same reasons I am instead melting on a couch in

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-12452688710204089102008-08-02T00:28:00.000-07:002008-08-02T00:38:47.584-07:00

I have this tendency to assume that everyone knows the same things as me. I don't know if it's a narcissistic thing or if I just believe that I don't know very much so everyone must already know what I know. Either way, I am constantly surprised in conversation when I make some sort of reference and this other person hasn't a clue what I'm talking about. I make this assumption with experiences

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-85299505722452538772008-07-29T02:45:00.000-07:002008-07-29T03:03:45.806-07:00

The ocean held nothing but sand and fog too thick to see or even touch the water. Pea soup fog... you know. I'm not sure what I expect these days. I guess it's just that I have expectations. Little shiny fingers of hope waving me towards the coast, a friends house, a party, a coffee shop- they crumple up as soon as I arrive. White knuckles from a tauntingly taut grip. Whatever, we'll move to

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-16602008522107262862008-07-25T15:09:00.004-07:002008-07-25T15:46:29.163-07:00

I'm not sure what coffee is like from where you are but out here it is everything and everywhere. At least every half block there are drive-through espresso stands. Sometimes there are two. In the city everything is sit down but in the suburbs we are %65 drivethroughs and %35 cafes. The best part is that the majority of these places are really delicious. With nearly every drivethrough serving

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-87468120355237006192008-07-22T23:42:00.000-07:002009-02-06T17:49:48.681-08:00

Currently:A little land sick and coldCurrent Book:Current Album:Current Film:(I don't know what that guy in the corner is about but this is one of my favourite stills)Current shame-inducing guilty pleasure:In the last couple weeks I've forced myself back into drinking coffee and loving it and now I'm addicted to it again. I was just so bored at work I didn't know what else to do. Soy french

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-38480090458467855072008-07-22T01:11:00.000-07:002008-07-22T01:14:53.724-07:00

I have six new mosquito bites and they all itch right now at the same time. I thought you should know. By the way, they are all from the same ambitious mosquito. Apparently we have some sort of close relationship. A love/hate thing probably. As it always goes.Tomorrow I'm going to see Michael Ian Black at my favourite book store. I'll even see my sister. Maybe I'll eat some cake for good measure.

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-52220629259449324202008-07-18T00:00:00.001-07:002008-07-18T12:36:08.269-07:00

It is only 12am and I am thinking about going to bed. My hips are sore. Not from sex... in case that's what you were thinking; I wish.... anyway, from the gym. I had my personal session thing that they set you up with when you first join or whatever. The woman I spoke to really wanted me to lay out some sort of concrete goal, essentially x amount of pounds, or if I was really cool xx amount. But

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-56385590204520857982008-07-17T12:03:00.000-07:002008-07-17T12:07:00.740-07:00

I just wanted to say that my hair looks nice today. So there, that's all.(shiny and bouncy and perfectly placed, straight out of bed....)

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-40355252819806778072008-07-16T23:57:00.000-07:002008-07-17T00:11:20.556-07:00

Sad Elizabeth is so boring. There is little less boring than hearing about being sad. I don't mean to be so dull: I woke up, I cried, I took a shower, I cried, I got dressed, had a panic attack, I went to work and I was hyper-anxious for 5 hours. Boring, boring, boring. But hey, look at me- I am showering and that's big in all sorts of ways. It being a million degrees out is certainly a large

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-69559901200139819822008-07-15T03:34:00.000-07:002008-07-15T03:50:06.662-07:00

I wish I wrote this. Maybe I did (I didn't). I wish I could sing like dave bazan. when I sing along I unintentionally (now) sing out of the corner of my mouth. On purpose I squint one eye. Sometimes I think this will help my singing ability. My sister tells me it's hindering more than I realize. I'm sticking to it, maybe someday I'll be able to carry a real tune. Until then, I can pretend I'm

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-75868175850454601122008-07-10T14:14:00.000-07:002008-07-10T14:27:49.145-07:00

What happened? I was hopeful, or some variation of that, maybe with a twinge or two (or three or four) or melancholy. But oh, I was hopeful. And ready and and excited, and the positive adjectives go on and on. I thought 'oh, it will be this easy once I get there.' It was all work and preparation for something better. It was workbooks that made me sad and giggle, it was a summer therapist, and

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-40487570764968248592008-07-09T00:37:00.000-07:002008-07-09T00:59:24.004-07:00

This married life ebbs and flows. You know that though, right? I'm not surprised but when one gets caught in tides it's easy to get nauseous.Today we lied around in our undies and giggled (still) excessively at Stella (actually, we love the skunk tails...). At some point in the afternoon we napped and woke up with heat headaches. Clearly the only way to remedy this was beer or swimming. The beer

elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09335592368393397206noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-516752862399087573.post-19746787935119409202008-07-08T17:05:00.000-07:002008-07-08T17:20:39.862-07:00

July is packed full or quality events:This coming weekend Martha, Tyler, and I are going to Marymoor park for some kickass shows:Then On Sunday Martha and I's bff is having her baby shower: (did I mention I took a ton of baby bump photos of her last month? well, here's one)Then MIB at third place! only the greatest book store ever.Time: Tuesday, July 22, 2008 6:00 p.m.Location: Third Place Books

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