grace in small things: six

5. Figuring out Refuses as I go and enjoying the kisses in the meantime.
4. Broken Yolk Cafe for breakfast after a fabulous night of partying.
3. A roommate who handles running into her ex with more class than anyone I know. and he was a huge dick!
2. Semi-long nails; because anything is better than super short ones.
1. Sunny days in San Diego aka the perfect sundress weather

grace in small things: five

5. really liking sex. Some people don’t. I do.
4. Clean towels (and omgipickedupthepileofclothesonmyfloorandwashedthem!)
3. Anticipation of a beer milkshake or beer cheesecake (I can’t decide!)
2. Having a reason to shave my legs… and actually remembering to do so.
1. The down mattress pad on my bed. Oh how I love you so!

One Chili Cheese Horn Dog, Please

Hi. I’m horny and out of commission for various health reasons. Feel my pain, people. Not to mention the fact that I have resorted to letting making out get me hot and heavy, when really I just feel like an awkward tenth grader.

I expect the rest of you to be overdosing on snuggly-goodness to make up for it.

grace in small things: four

5. My roommate for driving us to kickboxing last night. I most certainly had found a way out of it if she hadn’t already been going.
4. For being able to look at and adore the cutest Valentine’s day cards on Mighty Goods, without having a reason to actually purchase one. (But having a reason to look is nice
3. Waking up late and not having it matter that much.
2. Graceless in Office Depot AND Staples. Why can’t they just have what I need. I guess I am just thankful that they have so man options in theory? Okay, that wasn’t grace at all. Switching gears: For the pants that I ironed three days ago, and didn’t need ironing when I woke up two hours late this morning. Love you, already ironed pants.
1. Invites to stuff. It is nice being considered good company, and even better to have people that you consider the same.

Pick-A-Purse

Because Ohmygod I like them. They are real leather and coming in some trendy colors. Also, I asked my close girlfriends and didn’t give the answer I wanted so here it goes.

Pick one. Tell me which one you like in the comments:

dark teal

Sienna

Purple

grace in small things: three

5. Gilmore Girls in syndication. Pretty much my heroin.
4. Urban Outfitters.com for still stocking the scarf I was given as an xmas gift by my brother- and then promptly lost the first time I wore it.
3. Friends of all sorts, for letting me have too many plans this weekend, and for continually providing reasons for me to ignore the growing piles of clothes on my bedroom floor.
2. Optimism, for letting me think, even for a second, that I could teach myself dreamweaver.
1. Eating tortilla chips for breakfast.

grace in small things: two

5. Not waking up at 4:40 AM for swim practice
4. My roommate’s dishwasher emptying reliability
3. Camelbak water bottle
2. Antibiotics
1. A good friend looking me in the eye and telling me, “Wherever you go, There you are.”
I have taken this quote to heart since the new year. There are parts of me that I can’t change.Things that are out of my control, issues that won’t go away by worrying. There are jobs that won’t get any easier if I ignore them, and problems that won’t get solved without a little bit of confrontation. Whatever I hang onto will stay with me, no matter if I am in a new city, or cashing a paycheck that came from a new job.
I like me. I work on myself a lot and am for the most part content with my life and (some) of my choices. And now, I realize that they are mine.

because grace isn’t my finest quality

grace in small things: one

5. reading these and doing this.
4. The four songs that let me finish the half-marathon the way I wanted.
3. Phone calls to my sister where she let me blabber about my idea for a volunteer site that won’t be retarded.
2. My roommate who found her light not too long ago.
1. A shower clean enough to sit in after my sore legs refused to hold me up after my race.

pretty feet

I am sitting here looking at my feet just below my computer, resting on my lap as my legs wrap around a boy.

He is working, I am wishing.

Then I realize I am content. No, he won’t be around forever, but neither will I.
However, on this drizzly afternoon, with a little too little work to do, I am happy just being here.

Here feels nice. It may not be right, or even a good idea. But it feels nice.

He is working, because that is what we do at this point in our lives. All running around pretending to be a little too official, and at times a little more immature than we really are.

It is more fun that way. And I am content with all of it.

tainted

I’m a little bit tainted and wishing I could just be me. I am thinking no other time than now could ruin this more.
I would like to fix it. I keep telling myself I should be able to handle this.

I’m thinking it is not my fault, wishing I didn’t have a secret to tell.
But I do. And I can’t. But I will try.

And wait for you to run.