i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth day of life and love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of all nothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
I never know what to say in these things. I'm 25, blonde, married, geeky, bitchy. I skipped the hipster phase of life and pretty much launched straight into Yuppiehood. This journal documents mostly mundane moments of my life, and no doubt some not-so-mundane ones. Honestly? I probably prefer things to be mundane. But I've always been a little weird that way.