<3 href="http://www.tomsshoes.com">wrap boots that I wrote about earlier, which means that a child in South Africa also got a pair of shoes! I fear that they look kinda funny over pants, so I must wait til spring to unleash them. I got the black pair because they are more versatile, but the red make such a statement! They also make the entire ensemble. Woah. I also just noticed that the model in this picture is wearing a gold tie necklace. I have two, but they are made out of pearls...I should unleash them as well... just need the right outfit. Maybe I will get the J. Crew Spandex deep-V tee after all. I always do appreciate the masculine/feminine twist. Very sexy. Hard to pull off when you have boobs though.. :/ :p

I visited my sister today at the hospital. She is having some rough mental times. The thing I love about her is though, no matter the circumstances, I can always get a good giggle out of her. She was in jail for larsony and then sent to the psych unit. She experienced a manic episode, said her psychologists. She does not remember much of this. What she does remember though, is Elvis. While locked up she sang to herself ..."Ah-anlalbfl at the county jail- buh duh duh (air guitar)." We danced and giggled to thought of her acting "crazy" in jail, dancing and singing. :^)

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the quiets that no one knows

sometimes i forget that there are lives alternate to ours
not the individuals, but the classifications
you must decide the life you want to lead
is it validated by quantity or quality
i have tried quantity, it's never enough
it may feel so on a satisfying shallowness
it can assume an identity but never be

i look at two ladies
one with a small designer bag, both dressed in shades of dark
well-kept and rule abiding
they indulge in their second breakfast of the day

i have no desire to surround myself
just to see and be
tired of waiting, forgetting who i am
the quiet commenter needs a pause for interjection

time proves to be trying, testing
observant to a fault
deadly comorbidities lead us into manifested depths

sometimes i forget that there are lives alternate to ours
but they are all that is visible
because that's all they want to be

the lives that no one knows
are kept in satisfaction
morning kitchens speckled
with muted books and spoken memory resurrections

we all don't want to be the star
my loud red-orange nails whisper something different

You'll never know how much they love you ...until you leave

I've been blessed with a life that is filled with love
even when it's not all connected
loving leaves full and bright in every direction

tears of gratitude stream down my window pane
sweeping the weathered wood
glistening gently, smirking with content

each day will bring a new challenge
and try to fill you with forget
the strength of your branches
to bend and break, they pose a threat

your softness will fake a front
and turn them away

unjustified and full of pride
i will miss you

What do you do with the days?

what do you do with the days
when you don't know what to do
can't hide from the past
but you look away fast

what do you do with the days

when he pulls you close and pushes away

the way he says "stay, stay"

swiftly changes, leading you astray

what are you to do
tellin' yourself it's not you
reminders that it all will go away
sticky notes every other page
sayin' it's all gonna be okay

what do you do with the days

when you know tomorrow won't come?

'cause it's all been done

how can there be another one?

-Kelly Pitlosh

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dreams