I looked at the clock on my car radio. I slowly began to fade into consciousness. I pulled into my local hardware store this morning to grab a few last minute things needed for work. Free Willy and the Hillbillies.

Interview With A Digital Bum. For the, self-described, purpose of naming tracks for an album that he had already completed. He is an interesting man with the kind of neurotic quirks normally possessed by fictitious characters on the page or screen, but I feel he is all the better for having them. Steve also cultivates what can be unequivocally considered my favorite Facebook page. Still, when I see people begging for.

Blood, Lace, and Faeries. I have been super inspired by Cyber Goth girls lately. In my artwork and my wardrobe.

Stories And Feelings Through Words And Photographs. Guys, I feel like I owe you a thank you, or something like that. I just wanted to write this little post to let you know that after writing my last one, where not all things were great, everything started to fall into place. And last week I started my new job. For the first time, I can say that I like my job. I could explain everything that has been goin.

What had been the force spinning through night. The invisible thread between them. Hands first, hips next. What had been the flavorless wine in the wind. The heat under their tongues.

Understand really basic quantum physics. Read the rest of the Chaos Walking books. Be able to speak Spanish fluently. Go on a road trip.

These posts have nothing to do with tea apart from the fact that I am drinking it while posting this. I did one of these and promised to do one each day.

Welcome to the life of a little wolfing. This will touch a bit on the travelling aspect and also a bit on the situation at home aspect. My doubtful suggestion would be to move to England a.

I think my relationship with water colours would be a love and hate relationship.

A blog from a loving gamer mom. If you are sensitive to this subject it is up to you to decide to read this. My ex instantly started saying that my son was the cause, he was the reason I was passing out. He had never treated my son right, and I knew, as a mother, I had to get us away. My mother made a deal w.