Sunday, May 19, 2013
I used to do drama. I searched for that crap like it was a prize egg at a Easter egg hunt. If I couldn't find it I created it. If peace and order would start to pronounce itself I would spit it out like a bad taste. A piece of advice from a former drama queen? Run as fast as you can in the opposite direction from the first sign of drama. It's like a virus if your around someone with it it's pretty likely you might get it too. If your a drama junkie don't hang out with other drama users. The first step in solving your drama junkie problem is admitting you have one. Yes, I'm kinda joking and no I'm really not. It can fill your life with real problems and our mouths are powerful weapons of creation or destruction. If you are tired and you want a little peace of mind start eliminating drama. First rule of drama elimination. Don't talk about drama, the second rule is never talk about drama! Another words stop talking about people and stop participating in listening to others talk about people. No gossiping! If you have a problem this first step is a hard step. Third step: eliminate drama creators. It's harder because sometimes it means life changes you might not be ready to make. Sometimes it simply means no longer arguing with someone and keeping your mouth closed or walking away. Either way hard step. If your a drama junkie good luck it's a long hard road to peace but from a former drama junkie it'a WORTH IT!
Friday, May 17, 2013
Just got this shot back from the photographer and I love it so much! Nicks parents are on his side and mine are on my side. Great picture layout.
By: <a href="http://m.facebook.com/kalidavenportphotography?id=135252113213838&_rdr">Kali Davenport</a>
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Friday, May 10, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Some unattended astral cord of mine keeps getting tossed around like a used plastic bottle tied to a buoy in a hurricane.
Im going to trace all the parts of you I remember with the finger of my mind until I have an outline. Until I have a figure I recognize. And then I'll cry and pick up my shovel and my plastic castle and bury you in some sandy corner of my mind. And I'll draw some imaginary line that I'll never let myself cross in the sunshine. I'll probably say I forgot all about it but have the map tattooed on my forearm. I'm crazy about you like that.