Run

"Run girl, Im trynna get your body wet Work that, lemme see you drip sweat"

The story of my life. Well, not really in the way DB means it. Cause I couldn't complain about that. Instead, its like I've got the Workout Nazi following me around yelling RUN! SWEAT! But really it's the work nazi, and i don't run, i write. there's no sweat involved either. or fun. actually its nothing at all like the song. its much more laboriously hideous than that. if only i could lose weight with the amount of scholarly work i do. just call me J.Ma baby.

vince vaughn thinks im hot.

i bought bronze stilettos.

and betty crocker is my biatch.

great

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9368918/

another reason to remind us single, career seeking women that we cant have it all.

thanks for making my night.

to say before falling asleep

would like to sing someone to sleep,
have someone to sit by and be with.
I would like to cradle you and softly sing,
be your companion while you sleep or wake.
I would like to be the only person
in the house who knew: the night outside was cold.
And would like to listen to you
and outside to the world and to the woods.

The clocks are striking, calling to eachother,
and one can see right to the edge of time.
Outside the house a strange man is afoot
and a strange dog barks, wakened from his sleep.
Beyond that there is silence.

My eyes rest upon your face wide-open;
and they hold you gently, letting you go
when something in the dark begins to move.
-Rilke