So I thought I'd be more active on this site since I got the internet at home. . But I seem to addicted to instagram. Oh poop. Here are some photos I've posted there since my last sg blog post.
First of all I have to wonder why I only post when I'm nearing the end of a bottle.
I got a job at salon in cherry creek! My business card
Patrick before his haircut. . .
And after plus some drinks
The boys at school are really mean to me so I hide on the fire escape and eat blueberries
Fighting and arguing are simply not my thing. I am in fact a lover.
Its been hot here in Denver I've needed much gardening assistance
Striker is awesome!!
potato success
The best part of drinking is the view of something new
With sage and lavender I flew
I said, "let's be liberated."
I slip and I slide when I'm inside but on moss and in the wild I am never lost
I could save us all from drowning if only you could hear
I always know where I am because ee are all always here
Only when life is too comfortable. . .
Do we forget our cause. . .though still besutiful or worth is lost as a dream. . .
When too suddenly rise or fall I forget but recall the word "cut"
As if all of life were an act. . .and I just do hair.
Here I am to climb the stairs
First of all I have to wonder why I only post when I'm nearing the end of a bottle.
I got a job at salon in cherry creek! My business card
Patrick before his haircut. . .
And after plus some drinks
The boys at school are really mean to me so I hide on the fire escape and eat blueberries
Fighting and arguing are simply not my thing. I am in fact a lover.
Its been hot here in Denver I've needed much gardening assistance
Striker is awesome!!
potato success
The best part of drinking is the view of something new
With sage and lavender I flew
I said, "let's be liberated."
I slip and I slide when I'm inside but on moss and in the wild I am never lost
I could save us all from drowning if only you could hear
I always know where I am because ee are all always here
Only when life is too comfortable. . .
Do we forget our cause. . .though still besutiful or worth is lost as a dream. . .
When too suddenly rise or fall I forget but recall the word "cut"
As if all of life were an act. . .and I just do hair.
Here I am to climb the stairs
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Congrats on the salon job!