In the last year of my life, I’ve been on 19 flights and four long distance road trips.
It feels about right.
Near-invisible shadow of myself stretching out forever on the pavement.
The past few days, I’ve walked around and around the one block radius in which I grew up. On crutches, you see the world so much more slowly — and as a consequence, you see so much more of everything. And it’s all so damn beautiful.
New York, I come back to you
Seven weeks later, hobbling on crutches, with more metal in my body, and three weeks of complete to semi-hibernation to my name.
I may be bionic, but it's all good cuz I'm dating a droid...
- Fed Ex Guy: Hi is...? (Looks down at and studies envelope for about 30 seconds.)
- Fed Ex Guy: Is T-2-V-1 here?
…and then there were three… (via rachadler2003)
Me in the hospital (exactly two weeks ago). I look so tiny and young…maybe 12.
I’ve come a long way from there, baby! (Yay for modern medicine and my body’s capacity to heal!)
(via rachadler2003)
I really, really want
A huge Haagen Dazs chocolate peanut butter ice cream cone. Like right now.
And I want to eat it in the sunshine…
On a beach…
In Australia…
That Whitehaven beach that I went to in February - the one with the sand so sparkly white that it makes your eyes hurt…
And I want nobody else to be around…
But I want there to be a huge canvas - like the size of my living room…
And I just want to run from the water, to the sand, onto the canvas, licking my chocolatey peanutbuttery amazingness — and make a crazy mush of sandy footprints and ice cream drippings all across the canvas.
Aaaaaaaalllvvviiiiinnn!
(thanks for taking this, Kapto)
Oh, this is just about the most awesome picture ever.
My world has become:
a one bedroom apartment
Vicodin pills and Fragmin needles
a walker and crutches
ginger ale
the bruises and swelling all up and down my thigh
pajama pants
my computer screen
movies and movies and movies and books
my imagination
Broken hip at 30
I now have some serious x-ray bling and am hopped up on an antibiotic, morphine, valium, and percaset (sp?). Whoa.
About me
I write. I draw. I adventure. I do a lot of other things, too.
If you know/knew me in real life, have stumbled upon my blog, are secretly reading this, and think I would feel strange about your reading my thoughts, I don’t.
Drop me an e-mail and say hi.
I miss you.
And if I don't know you yet, and you have something fun to say, e-mail me, too.
I probably miss you also; I just don't know it yet.
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