“I need for someone to tell me that I’m not broken. I know it will happen in God’s time and I by far am NOT questioning his methods, timing or guidance …. I simply need to know that I’m not broken.”—Identity Concealed
i woke up all - on time. utilized the snooze button. i never utilize the snooze button
got to work ate more pizza add another 7-10 business days -__- there’s an instagram meetup in Highlandtown. i would go but I’m trying to get drunk in my familiar town of Upper Marlboro that day.
my instagram photos are becoming mediocre my coworker is one of the more incompetent cuntstorms in my life i have blonde moments but i am NOT a blonde moment. how do i always end up being a tour guide?
so my toy came today(bow chicka-wow-wow) the weather is warm, i think i’ll start C25K i’m talking shit i’d love to work from home, thanks. don’t ask where that came from.
just rambling….. oh and I finally got a case for my iPad (which I kinda feel I should name like I named my camera)
A few years ago, I wrote a poem called Apology To My Unborn about my fears for my then unborn son. My son is now 5 years old and has been asking me about Trayvon Martin. I’ve done the best I can to answer him in ways that make sense to him but I’ve become incredibly saddened…
“Yes. We would eat chocolates and smoke cigarettes and read the Bible, which is the only way to do it, if you ask me. …the bible is so good with chocolate. I always thought the Bible was more of a salad thing, you know, but it isn’t. It is a chocolate thing.”—"Penny" excerpt from Blue Like Jazz by Donald Miller