Word to your mother

I'm sorry (to my imaginary audience) that most of my posts have been pictures only. I'd like to say it's because I'm too busy, but truth of the matter is I am one lazy hoe. It's easier for my me to say "here, look what I did" through a picture than to actually formulate sentences and think of how to spell shit (sent-en-ces? I think thats right). Also, I haven't really been too contemplative as of late. Sometimes I like to take life for what it is, rather than to overthink, overanalyze and dig up the grave of where my funk has so peacefully lived. Not to say that sometimes this funk doesn't like to stick its zombie hand out and grab my ankle while I'm dancing over its tombstone, but those brittle little fingers are no match for my freakishly strong legs.

I do wish that I would write more, and read more too. My brain has been pretty stagnant from this damn office job I come to day in and day out. I need some mental stimulation. Mind fuck if you will (cue in music from rocky horry picture show). So if you have any good books please dont be a selfish Sarah and pass on the good words. :)

kthanksbai.