easy

Sometimes I think that everything would be better in the world if I could go fly a kite on a beach somewhere. This isn't something I often did as a child, but I'd like to believe my younger years were filled with sand between my toes, fighting the wind to keep a big red kite in the air.

love on the rocks

So, my ex boyfriend is engaged. We broke up almost a year ago because he felt he needed to pursue his dream of becoming a rock star and didn't ever want to get married or settle down. Three weeks later he'd quit his band to move to Colorado with his old high school flame. Now, of course, they're tying the knot. I hope they accidentally hang themselves in the knot.

purple and blue

I've always strongly believed that clumsiness is sexy. I do this in the same way that people with red hair think people with red hair are spunky and unique, and people who are left handed believe that people who are left handed are exceptionally talented.
Last week, while on my morning run, an evil bump in the road caused me to softball girl slide across the pavement. Even if this wasn't the second time this month that I've fallen at 5 o'clock in the morning, even if I wasn't already bleeding from my elbow, knee and arm I would have hated this moment completely. I never wanted to be a girl softball player. And really, is that all that sexy?
The next day my swollen knee couldn't quite bend and I was forced to rock a pimp walk all day. My students must view me as some klutzy, crazy librarian lady. We were reading a part in To Kill a Mockingbird - the scene where Atticus is telling Jem to walk around in Mr. Ewell's shoes, the man who just spat in his face and threatened his life. I was telling them how much I loved Atticus when one of my students told me that I should get out more. I tripped over her backpack on the way back to my desk.