I love your posts Sabrina! They brighten my day! Alana -I still can't hear your voice, however I can feel your eyes on our words - I love that as well. Also, my dearest Alana - I do promise you, that your writing skills or how well you may think you write means absolutely nothing to Sabrina and I - we just like hearing you.
Shits, Shela, Ritz, Philbert, and gardening - wonderful! Hope you have a good day today and don't strangle anyone!
I have my mid-review in twenty nine minutes and I am in Seneca in my fluffy little bed writing to Sex, Cheese, Wine, Reading in the City. I kind of can't wait for it to be over - we have beautiful drawings and models - I just don't enjoy the "review" process. I want it to be over and Happy Hour. Or there is a yoga class tonight - the one from 8:30 - 10:30 and the teacher that I like the most is teaching it. He taught the class this morning and said that he is going to be teaching tonight as well and then as I was leaving he asked if I want a schedule - highlighted with all the classes that he teaches. ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Boys, Boys, Boys - omg Sabrina. I have so many tiny little moments to tell you about! Alana heard about them last night! I will explain them all later - I can't wait to write about them. They were so tiny and you could say insignificant, yet so powerful.
love love you.
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By the way bri BEAUTIFUL PICTURES - will tell you my favorites this weekend! love you
ReplyDeleteby the way, I'm just going to say this. um, alana, a-lala, i don't feel your eyes on our words. your silence has translated directly into your absence to me. i feel like this blog is just another way that i'm connecting myself to ajna. (even writing this, as if you are reading it, doesn't feel quite right.) by writing out 'ajna' i feel like i'm talking in the 3rd person or something...about her when she is right there, in the conversation. she is right here. (Aj, I know you're reading this!)
ReplyDeleteso Al prove me wrong if you exist. comment. post. write a big fuck you to me. SOMETHING. anything. I'm not being as forgiving as ajna is because i don't get to see you. this was supposed to be for all three of us, not ajna and i. we were already emailing and talking all the time. we still do that, we just blog in addition too now. you insisted we make this before i left. i'm still here. where are you?
ditto
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