Walking home from my philosophy of sex and love exam, the crossing guard stationed outside of our house asked if I was excited for Easter. "Of course," I told her. "But I'm not sure who's going to hide the easter eggs."
"Sometimes you just have to spoil yourself," she said.
4/8/09
4/7/09
4/4/09
Today during closing meditation, my yoga instructor began to read Jack Kerouac to us:
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars"
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars"
3/31/09
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