Monday, September 10, 2007

Semi Mono-syllabic commentary on too many things.

Four year plans: Yeah Right.

Grandmothers: Seriously...

The lack of returns in my blogs lately: What is up with that?

Flopping of the spirit and the flesh: How can they war so fiercely?

The removal of fruit! YES! WAIT.. NO!

The evidence of fruit: More Please.

Crainial Ridges: Where?

The Sauls leaving: Wah.

Foxes Re-treating: Hooray.

Fried Chicken Embryos: Fun-ny.

Funerals: Sorrow and Glory.

Brave Girls: D.

Brave Guys: P^2

Expensive Furniture: Why?

Six weeks out: Weird.. but Yay.

Time to unravel thoughts: Gift.

Beth Moore: Can there be too much?

WEST WING 7: Never Too Much.

A Boy Named Sue: Classic.

Not burning the cookies: Atypical.

Not making the cookies: Typical.

Beautiful things: Hurt.

Hurt. Anger. Rage. Sorrow. Passion: He permits it all.

Control. "I'm fine": He spits that out.

Lies: Hold no water, grow no gardens, heal no wounds.

I am a Spice Girl: Pretty Much.

I am loved: Very Much.

Future: Awesome. Terrifying. Awesome.

2 comments:

John said...

Ran across your blog......it's been quite a lengthy time since I have been here. Guess you are doing ok.....?? Would love to talk with you before I get too old to think and know who I am.

angela said...

future: awesome. terrifying. awesome. i love it! with this "outness" will there be more blogging? i sure hope so. talk soon.