• My sink is full of unwashed dishes; my mind, unfinished thoughts.
    A smear of egg yolk forgotten on the stove top has spread to my cheek,
    and crumbs gather in the rug, marinating in the salt of dried tears from moments passed.

    I am a perpetual mess.

    Feb
    03
    2009

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I don't know what to name this thing.

Female.
IT Application Specialist.
Photographer.
Twenty-four going on senile.
Oklahoma.
Untrained sociologist.
A capella shower performer.
Dork.

Pssst!! I'm doing a 365 Project.
It's over here.
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