I like things

*uses the word "things" despite poor word choice shh I'm being ironic or something*

"Half Life" by Imogen Heap 

I knew that I'd get like this again
That's why I try to keep at bay
Be a hundred percent when I'm with you and then
A perfect heart's length away

The stickler is you've played not one beat wrong
You never promised me anything
Even sat me down, warned me just how they fall
And I knew the odds were I'd never win

Yet here I am
It's a half life
With you as my quarterback
A daft life

My self-worth measured in text back tempo
It's been 2 days and 8 minutes too slow
There may well be others but I still like to pretend
That I'm the one you really want to grow old with

My new Frida Kahlo iPhone case

purchase on Etsy, shipped from Spain!

 

Source: Google Maps

Spring afternoon runs around Green Lake

A successful first week of Blog Every Day in April!

Coming up: "Verb IV - Cutting," "Boy," a look back at

little fifth grader Lois and her obsession with opera, a

study of mix CDs, and an blogaversary post!