Posted by: gayle(: on: March 29, 2008
i got my internship(: at institute of corporate professionals. i don’t know what work i’m gonna be given, but its a marketing job with 4 other business peeps. it was a 1 and 1/2 hours of a phone interview with this london dude with an indian not british accent, but i’m glad i got [...]
Posted by: gayle(: on: March 26, 2008
We could go walking through a windy park,
Or take a drive along the beach.
Or stay at home and watch t.v.
You see, it really doesn’t matter much to me.
I’m not talking ’bout moving in,
And I don’t want to change your life.
But there’s a warm wind blowing, the stars are out
And I’d really love to see [...]
Posted by: gayle(: on: March 17, 2008
Dear God, i’m sorry for weakness beyond measure. thank you for clear skies, thank you for rain. i am thinking of you. Love, me.
Posted by: gayle(: on: March 16, 2008
today was so hot, i can’t decide if rain or heat is worse. i miss those past few coldrainy days now, just because it was a change, even if it made me freeze my shooz off and only want to sleep longer/bundle myself up in my comforter all day. but it was nice though; cold [...]
Posted by: gayle(: on: March 13, 2008
But there’s a girl waiting for me down in Mexico
She’s got a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin
And if I bring a little music I can fit right in
We’ve got airplane rides
We got California drowning out the window side
We’ve got big black cars
And we’ve got stories how we slept with all the movie stars
Hop [...]
Posted by: gayle(: on: March 11, 2008
oh because it’s not the kind of happy that brushes against you and then leaves. it’s a gladness. a gladness that wraps around you gently like a soft whisper and rises like a Godsong when you most need it. it’s in the wind that blows against your face and makes you feel invincible, if only [...]
Posted by: gayle(: on: March 5, 2008
i can’t really write because i don’t really know where to begin. i don’t what i’d like to say either; of the daily battles – those to fight the little things and monsters under the bed, the big world, fight away what should be forgotten and for what should be remembered, and for love, and [...]