| | These secrets are not meant to be voiced to a crowd, whether understanding or disdaining. These secrets are meant to be murmured in the soft glow of christmas lights, shadows playing across the page as the author agonizes over the right word. My inner voice the only one speaking these things, my inner ear hearing them. I do not want your drums, your candles, your pot, or your couches. These secrets would dissolve in your ambiance, insignificant surrounded by your egos. There is a rhythm in the motions and sounds around me, a beat in the scratchings of my pencil. They swirl around me, creating a story I write without knowing.
... so not much has happened in my life. Bailey died yesterday, so that's incredibly sad... she was 13(ish) and had cancer, so my mom put her down. (speaking of, we have the strangest ways of saying death). On a happier note, Philippe and I just celebrated our 1st anniversary at a swanky restaurant, so that was sweet. mmmm what else. I went to Alaska again this past summer, made a lot of $$$. I probably won't go back so I can get experience for the Peace Corps instead. I'm eating sprinkles right now. They're tasty. ooh! I'm living in the Ecohouse this year, so it's like campus housing but everyone here is uber-eco friendly, it's pretty awesome. Um. yeah. That's all I can think of right now.
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