pugs in a blanket.

what a long day

for such busy folk

impossible to wake these tired creatures

with even a poke!

what goes down, must come up.

every dark moment
is followed by a brighter one
every rainy night
is followed by a day of sun.
when you change your attitude
so too does your world
i've walked down lonely paths
i've seen hell unfurled.
what goes down
must come up
even if my glass is half empty
i can always fill it up.

not peachy keen.

would time apart
offer a brand new start?
but what about the part
of my broken heart?
how do you become strong
when you're not alone for long?
do you know if you can swim in a larger pond
when you haven't even gone?
how do you know
when it's time to go
and when is it just time
to go with the flow?

peeps.

the ultimate gourmet marshmallow

with a soft fleshy center
just to bite into it
is worth the 365 days to endure.
sugary sweet
what a colorful high
now i must wait for next easter
oh how will i ever get by?
thank heaven there's a peep
for every celebration
now i know what
inspired the definition for elation!

pug heaven.

pug dreams in pug heaven.

pica.

my dog has major PICA. according to me, it stands for:
Persistent
Ingestion of
Caustic
Additives

She eats anything and everything, especially distasteful inedibles such as poop, straw, paper, grass, string, clothing, fur, parts of her toys, hair, and a combo of these things. It's gross. No wonder she's got G-I problems. It's actually a common behavior you see in people with mental retardation, pervasive developmental disorders, schizophrenia, or neurological disorders. Or you see it in dogs.

ew.

madness

mad·ness
1: the quality or state of being mad as a: rage b: insanity

jealousy, insecurity
all things i own
depose the queen
and give me her throne.
eat me alive
then spit me out
don't spare me the misery
but leave me with doubt.
penetrate my armor
then put salt on my wound
take what you need
but don't leave too soon.
there is a storm brewing
pouring torrential hate
when push comes to shove
there's no escape from impending fate.

pms= persistent madness spell

Crystal Cove

what beauty is this

exclaims the awe-struck girl

for she has never seen anything quite as lovely

in this whole wide world.

an afternoon at Crystal Cove--highly recommended, especially when you have high levels of seasonal allergies that which are triggered by romping among wildflowers. but the view was worth it. :)

it rises from the east, and sets in corona del mar.

a corona del mar sunset.

i think i'm obsessed with these things. :)

a flower never goes sour.

what i found on my doorstep. :)
happy easter!

jewelry is pretty
but so is a flower
but the difference is
a flower never goes sour.

candy is sweet
but so is a flower
but the difference is

a flower never goes sour.

perfume is fragrant
but so is a flower
but the only difference is
a flower never goes sour.

a flower can also save the hour, esp. if it's hump day. :)
i love u, D. XOXO

a metaphor to close the door.

my last relationship can be summarized with the following metaphor:
he injected me with penicillin repeatedly, thinking the more antibiotic in my system, the more likely my infection would heal and i would be restored to full and complete health. he had only good intentions. he could not understand why, with the quantity of penicillin in my system and the time and effort he spent trying to nurse me back to health, i was not getting any better. in fact, i seemed to be getting slightly worse or even to develop immunity towards the injections.
alas, 5 years later, it was realized that i did not have an infection at all. i simply had really bad allergies to an unfitting relationship.

short-term long-distances.

to see or not to see
that is the question.

how far is too far?
an hour drive?
a 5 hour train ride?
a 10 hour plane ride?
all the above once a week?
once a month?
once a year?
once in a blue moon?

and what is considered short-term?
a month?
a 3 month period?
half a year?
indefinitely?

what the hell am i doing? i hate short-term long-distances, no matter how short they are, or how long they aren't.

love thoughts.

grounded
confounded
expounded
dumbfounded

confused
settling in
getting comfortable
getting to know him
getting to know me

is this what typically happens after the honeymoon phase?

rock star

everybody wants to be a rock star. everybody wants to be famous. everybody wants to get discovered. every guy wants to serenade the ladies as they strum and pluck their guitars to don't-call-me-just-to-talk lyrics and make the other guys jealous. this guy did a pretty good job last night at the Candlelight. http://www.myspace.com/joshdamigo he's pretty versatile, which was why i was impressed. the others ones were good too but they weren't selling their cd's there. i even bought his acoustic EP to support local music.
boys, u can strum your guitars all you want, but john mayer still takes the cake. my body is his wonderland. :)

some photos.

treasures on the trail.. wide-eyed sleepy pug. the hiking pug..
a beautiful sunset in thousand oaks.

the always curious pug.

a long thought

beautification
of justification
pure elation
of an undead nation
elaboration
of one's fixation
damnation
of pure temptation.

gnomes and kewpies

what is it about gnomes and kewpies that tickle my fancy?

perhaps it's the cute round faces of merriment and joy?

could it be the innocence they exude?

or the pure unadulterated happiness with which they live their lives?

or just that they bring a smile as they go on their merry ways?

hug a gnome or kewpie today!

Have you hugged a pug today?

I am in love with my pug.

I woke up yesterday morningand found my pug nestled under my arm like a teddy bear. Her soft rhythmic purring in my ear. Her less than favorable smells. I don't know how she managed to get under there but she did, just like how she always manages to make me fall in love with her every time I look into her humongous bug eyes.

Hug a pug today. You'll be surprised at how much love you can feel for another living thing that isn't even bourne of your loins.

The distance between what Is and what Ought To Be

I love him but I doubt him
I love him but I hurt him
I love him but I upset him
I love him but I piss him off
I love him but I confuse him

We don't mean to hurt the ones we love. Sometimes we just do. We don't mean to take people for granted, or use them as doormats, or crutches, or life support, or therapists, or expect them to understand while we drown in our own emotional turmoil, or to be patient while we feel sorry for ourselves and figure out what we want, but we do. I don't mean to do alot of things, but I still do them.
I don't have an excuse. I just happen to be lucky enough to be with someone who's still sticking around. I'm a diamond in the rough. With enough pressure, I can rival anything that comes out of those DeBeers coalmines.

Eggs

While paying absurd prices at IHOP or IHOPEthefoodisclean, my girlfriends and I deliberated over the different styles in which an egg can be prepared. Scrambled, sunny side-up, over-easy (my fave), over-medium (which we later learned about), over-hard, poached, florentine, benedict, boiled, raw. There's also (steam-)basted, shirred, baked, and different styles under each. Never knew eggs could be so complicated. I was thinking it would be neat to hybridize different styles into a new one and to name it after yourself. One could have a field day with this one. A Lusa-style egg would be warm and mushy in the inside.

Speaking of eggs, why did the chicken cross the playground?

Give up?

To get to the other slide.

(Courtesy of a co-worker)

Funny?

Eggsactly.