The Naked Experience

What did I do today?

Well…. found a small bed/cot for sale. And of course, Olivia and I think this is some inherent sign from god that we have to get this bed. Considering last night she came up with a song going along to the tune of “Mr. Sandman” something that goes a little like this….

Mr. Builder, build me a bed, Some place that I may rest my head….

I don’t exactly know the rest. But, all in all we decided to pay $30 for this cot. Stuff it in my grandparents Lincoln Towncar. Haul it over to Griff’s house, or Mr.Builder’s. And leave a classy note saying that we no longer need Mr.Builder’s services. We have indeed, brought the package deal to the house now.

I happen to believe that I am indeed, not the only one. Even when you do something that seems inherently impossible and pointless, there is something exhilarating about even trying. I may as well keep on at least hoping that change is possible. 

And who knows…. maybe my dreams will come true.

I guess there is no harm in at least staying positive. 

by Teppei Takahashi, Tokyo.

If only we had this in our backyard…

(via thiscitycalledearth)

Ha. Love this.

I think I have posted one picture on my tumblr thus far…. and fuck it. I’m blonde again, and I love that dress.

Assassin’s Creed turn American Revolution… really?

I couldn’t be happier. Don’t get me wrong I worshipped Assassin’s Creed 2 and loved the Italian landscape, seeing as I am staying true to my familial ties, but there is something I find extremely intriguing with this new outlook on American soil.

And did I just see the character (whomever that is… Ezio, Altaiir, who knows) has a tomahawk? Oh geez…. I can’t wait to really let my freak flag fly after this semester is done.

Source: Spotify

Woke up this morning recovering from a dream that a good friend had just died from a crazy illness. Not only was that an awakening, but my house smells unusually like burning sage. So of course, leave it to our technological age, I look it up on the internet…

-It is important to recognize that all death in a dream represents change. If people are dying in your dream then it represents aspects of Self that have changed.-

That really couldn’t fit better with what has been going on currently in my life. I do feel a shift in many aspects of myself that are changing… rather interesting. I guess we shall see what the next dream needs to tell me.

I’ve been having a lot of flashbacks and deja vu moments lately. One of them was an old memory of having a couple of girlfriends over back in High School…

At the time I was living with my mother and grandparents and my Papa (as I call him) just finished making home-made chicken soup. Of course even if you are full to the brim, or really don’t like chicken soup, you’re still going to get a bowl regardless, thus the Sicilian way.

My adorable friend Rosalie happens to be Vegetarian and said very kindly, “No thank you. I don’t eat chicken, but it looks delicious!” 

My Papa proceeds to answer with…. “You don’t eat meat? How could you not have chicken? It’s chicken soup!” He’s starting to get louder now. “Well geez, if anyone is to take you out you must be some cheap date! I bet he just takes you out to the pasture to graze!”

Yeah. My Papa would be the star of the show for sure.