dylan's playhouse

so dylan has a new house and i'm allowed (nay, encouraged) to paint ANYTHING I WANT on the walls. i think i'm gonna keep it simple, though. i don't want this to get dragged out for a long time, that's no fun. so here's what i'm thinking:

um...imagine a border around that, if you will. and imagine it on one wall in the bedroom with the bed up against the middle of it. i would like to wake up to that. and he likes to write stuff on his walls, so also imagine stuff written in the big sections, going toward and away from the circle. so really it'll be a collaboration. WE will paint the walls. oh and that is a candle on a tiny shelf in the circle. not sure about colors, i have about 20 to choose from. YAY!

i'm not completely sold on this, does anyone else have some ideas? something cool that you've always wanted to do to your walls? does anyone have access to an overhead projector (cause that changes everything!) eh? i'm talking to YOU!

first bike accident

it finally happened. i guess i got a little too confident. there was some talk in my family about whether i would even be able to ride a bike at all. well check me out, suckas! anyway, i was messing with my ipod and riding with one hand on the handlebars and lost my balance and totally ate pavement. it's cool, no one saw and i barely have a scratch.

nothing else here.

oh it's back.

i kind of knew it would be. and really, its because of what picosita said. (thank you!) good call. blog-therapy, i'll call it. and if that one person wants to write me outraged texts or emails when he doesn't like what i'm saying, well, that's ok i guess.

right now things are AMAZING for me, but crappy for a lot of people around me. which is a strange feeling. birthday was very nice, girl time, good food, and shopping. got lots of great, thoughtful gifts. i must say the best was this:

oh, that dylan. full of surprises, he is. setting the bar pretty high as well! i made julian feel my heartbeat the other night so someone would understand the way this guy makes me feel. its completely ridiculous, but i can't help it.

screw this

no one reads this, or at least that's what the lack of comments indicates. and whenever i post anything real (i.e. something rather than what i did for the weekend) i get in trouble. pointless.

you're a jerk.

yes, you.

this blog is officially dead.