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Dec. 1st, 2009 @ 03:28 pm (no subject)
i drank till i stumbled
i drank till i fell
when the drunk part was over
it hurt me like hell
now i know about drinking
so i know one thing's true
being drunk's a lot like loving you

cause i loved till i stumbled
i loved till i fell
when the loving was over
it hurt me like hell
i know what a taste of the wrong love can do
being drunk's a lot like loving you

and i've woke up some mornings
and sworn off the drink
at that i've done reasonably well i think
but i haven't done well swearing off you and me
and that i've failed miserably

well ive felt the hangover of loving all night
i've sat at the bar all alone in a fight
i've bottled up feelings and poured 'em out too
being drunk's a lot like loving you
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Jul. 8th, 2009 @ 02:47 pm (no subject)
I really wish I could sew. I need leg warmers for Tformus =( !
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Jun. 29th, 2009 @ 01:28 pm (no subject)
I haven't updated this thing in a while.

I feel so much more like myself in the summer. I am loving every day lately <3

This past weekend was awesome. Camille, Jon and I all piled up in bed and watched drop dead fred & grand torino. We all went to Athfest and danced to good music, laughed, ate good food and slept in. Transformus is coming up and I am beyond excited for that. Again, tons of people I really love will be with me and that will make for a much needed break from reality in the beautiful mountains of SC.




I am in absolute love with my new home <3
Coming home to my doggie and a home that smells like everything I love puts me at such ease. I am very content there.

I have recently discovered that I love white wine and also coffee =p

Job is going really well. Kiddos are growing up before my eyes and it's neat =D

Going to start working on my sleeve of flower tattoos pretty soon. I wish tattoos didn't cost so much!

Kat nap time <3
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May. 28th, 2009 @ 02:13 pm (no subject)
"As dolls go, I am broken
& you could just let that get us off the hook,
But from under the umbrella of the unspoken
I see you giving me that look

Baby, you're right as rain about the benifits
But you might be wrong about the costs
& it feeds my heart to know you came looking for me
But I'm thinking I might need to stay lost"
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May. 11th, 2009 @ 02:58 pm (no subject)
i neeeeeeeeeed this!

http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=24296568
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May. 7th, 2009 @ 03:55 pm heh
"If you wanted the sky I would write across the sky in letters,
That would soar a thousand feet high,
To Sir, with Love

If you wanted the moon I would try to make a start,
But I, would rather you let me give my heart,
To Sir, with Love"
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Apr. 30th, 2009 @ 09:09 pm Tempering: to heat slowly and gradually
Most of the time when we talk about a temper, we mean a quickness to anger. In cooking, though, tempering is about making something stronger by taking your time. You temper eggs by adding a hot liquid in small increments. The idea is to raise their temperature without causing them to curdle. The result is a stirred custard that can be used as a dessert sauce or incorporated into a complex dessert.

Here's something interesting: the consistency of the finished product has nothing to do with the type of liquid used to heat it. The more eggs you use, the thicker and richer the final product will be.

Or in other words, it's the substance you've got when you start that determines the outcome.

-Handle With Care - Jodi Picoult
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Apr. 22nd, 2009 @ 01:22 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: anxious
i found a studio! :)
it's a studio apartment in the back of a huuuge old house in candler park.
it's about 600 sq ft, it's very open and airy, clean, the backyard is alllll mine! i have a deck big enough for furniture and a big bbq, a good sized fire pit in the ground, its privacy fenced and there are tons of trees. the neighborhood is safe (and dangerously in walking distance to the edgewood shopping center =p). i move in june 1st. that gives me lots of time to save $ for good paint and cheap furniture. i cannot wait to have a lavendar or spa blue bathroom, drink tea on my deck underneath huge tree's every morning, fill up my back yard with as many whind chimes as humanly possible, have bon fires and bbq's with my friends and plant a garden and grow my own lavender and thyme for cool summer baths in a.m hours.

i'm obsessed with thievery corporation and shpongle. i have never heard such beautiful music <3


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Apr. 20th, 2009 @ 02:59 pm (no subject)
whee! my life is crazy =p


so, i am on the move again. i have successfully stayed in one place for a year and 2 months though! that is the longest since i have been...16?
i am really wanting either a place of my own (studio style?) or to live with someone great in a cool house with a backyard. summer bbq's here i come!
i am renting my bedroom in the loft, so if anyone is interested, let me know and i'll give you all the details. it's going for $600 including everything!


this past weekend was amazing. dogwood fest, 4:20 sweetwater fest, sat morning/afternoon was spent with justin in little five @ brewhouse & the porter. it was soo beautiful all weekend. i was really into all the diff weather changes :)

justin & winston making funny faces =p




this coming weekend is the inman park fest. yaaaay! one of my fav's <3
there is a garden party after the fest on sat too.


drinks with cam, maggi & ted at midway last night. camille & ted are so incredibly awesome for each other. i love the attentiveness in their relationship. and i love seeing my best friend as happy as she has been. it's really great :)

this post was pretty pointless and blabby =p
hope everyone is enjoying this weather. its gonna be like...80 all week!
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Apr. 6th, 2009 @ 12:46 pm the secret garden
Current Mood: dreamy
"She put her hands under the leaves and began to push and pull them aside. Thick as the ivy hung, it was nearly all a loose and swinging curtain, though some had swept over wood and iron. Mary's heart began to thump and her hands to shake a little in her delight and excitement. The robin kept singing and twittering away and tilting his head on one side, as if he were as excited as she was. What was this under her hands which was square and made of iron and which her fingers found a hole in?
It was the lock of the door which had been closed ten years and she put her hand in her pocket, drew out the key and found it fitted the key hole. She put the key in and turned it. It took two hands to do it, but it did turn.
And then she took a long breath and looked behind her up the long walk to see if anyone was coming. No one was coming. No one ever did come it seemed, and she took another long breath, because she could not help it, and she held back the swinging curtain of ivy and pushed back the door which opened slowly-slowly.
Then she slipped through it, and shut it behind her, and stood with her back against it, looking about her and breathing quite fast with excitement, and wonder, and delight.
She was standing inside the secret garden."
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Mar. 25th, 2009 @ 12:39 pm i want to meet a man who..
...plays on the beach

boi

takes my hand to fly away...

fly me to the moon

kisses me on park benches

lovers

let's me obsess over his penis

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...plays on the beach

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takes my hand to fly away...

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kisses me on park benches

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let's me obsess over his penis

<img src="<a href="http://s97.photobucket.com/albums/l211/crysta1994/?action=view&current=peeeeppeeeeee.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l211/crysta1994/peeeeppeeeeee.jpg" border="0" alt="weewee"></a>">


knows how to kiss

<img src="<a href="http://s97.photobucket.com/albums/l211/crysta1994/?action=view&current=joliebloodylips.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l211/crysta1994/joliebloodylips.jpg" border="0" alt="mouth"></a>">

wants to wake up here with me

<img src="<a href="http://s97.photobucket.com/albums/l211/crysta1994/?action=view&current=th009_by_klakierek.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l211/crysta1994/th009_by_klakierek.jpg" border="0" alt="the forest"></a>">

has hair like this

<img src="http://img2.photographersdirect.com/img/13717/wm/pd1315783.jpg">

will make me tea

<img src="http://img6.travelblog.org/Photos/55615/375335/f/3481768-Early-man-making-tea-2000-BC-1.jpg">

..and let me make him tea too <3

<img src="http://ocw.mit.edu/ans7870/21f/21f.027/gt_japan_people/image/gj20508_Girl_Sushi.jpg">

will wear his baby

<img src="http://www.thefamilygroove.com/nov%20tfg%20man%20sling.jpg">

is that too much to ask for?? =p
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red hot kitchen
Mar. 25th, 2009 @ 11:16 am Did you know you can develop film using Coffee and Vitamin C??
Current Location: work
Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: none


Read more... )



Have you ever been touched so gently that you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?




"Later, when his desires had been satisfied, he slept in an odorous whorehouse, snoring lustily next to an insomniac tart, and dreamed. He could dream in seven languages: Italian, Spanish, Arabic, Persian, Russian, English, and Portuguese. He had picked up languages the way most sailors picked up diseases; languages were his gonorrhea, his syphilis, his scurvy, his ague, his plague." -The Enchantress of Florence, Salman Rushdie


I have been writing down books I want to read from this community for half of the morning =p
http://community.livejournal.com/disturbingbooks/
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Mar. 20th, 2009 @ 08:34 am (no subject)
"Things my Son Should Know After I've Died"
by Brian Tromboli

I was young once. I dug holes
near a canal and almost drowned.
I filled notebooks with words
as carefully as a hunter loads his shotgun.
I had a father also, and I came second to an addiction.
I spent a summer swallowing seeds
and nothing ever grew in my stomach.
Every woman I kissed,
I kissed as if I loved her.
My left and right hands were rivals.
After I hit puberty, I was kicked out of my parents’ house
at least twice a year. No matter when you receive this
there was music playing now.
Your grandfather isn’t
my father. I chose to do something with my life
that I knew I could fail at.
I spent my whole life walking
and hid such colorful wings.
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red hot kitchen
Mar. 13th, 2009 @ 03:41 pm (no subject)
awww


Camille: k going to austin now
ill ttyl have fun this weekend!!
me: wheee! safe trip!
Camille: drunk dial me!!
me: haha always ;)
<3



i love her.
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Mar. 10th, 2009 @ 03:41 pm (no subject)
Current Mood: dreamy
i love this photographer.

http://2photo.ru/2007/08/08/klassnyjj_feshn_glamur_ot_stephane_sednaoui.html
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Mar. 5th, 2009 @ 11:02 pm damp, salty pillows.
Current Location: memories are made of 3am baths
He had come in her dreams.
And when she woke up, the dampness of her pillow paled in front of her smile.


sharp tongue. damp pillows. hazy vision. surreal life. clouds in my room. a place to hide. a place to run away to.


I am feeling a bit whimsical tonight. Like I'm walking in a dream. So will you come with me?

To the land of crashing waves and golden sunshine, the warm wind and hot, sandy footsteps... we will sit on a fallen log and talk about cupcakes and pearls, about dreams and cloud animals, about feathers and tiaras, about mermaids and boys who wear toe rings, about beauty and inspiration, about sunshine and smiles, about life and mundane, about words and silence...

or we could sit quietly, hearing the wind play with the waves.

come...



Photography Pictures, Images and Photos

footprint in the sand Pictures, Images and Photos

beautiful' Pictures, Images and Photos



hehe, look
http://www.pantalaine.com/
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red hot kitchen
Mar. 5th, 2009 @ 11:47 am Updating is for housewives and little girls...
Current Mood: blah
Random stuff.

"Don't say good-bye to me,
Describe the sky to me"

Tom Waits depresses me.




I need to learn to keep eye contact without getting nervous/blushing like crazy.
Camille tells me this every time we are out. She's like "Heather, that guy over there has been starring at you all night and he's cute, you should go talk to him" etc blahblahblah and I'll look over for approximately 5 seconds before I get freaked out and look away =p But in other situation, I can walk into a party and own the place. It's probably just the vodka.


I watched part of "Storytelling" last night. I love that movie. Not just 'cause Selma Blair is naked for the first half-hour of the movie, but because Paul Giamotti isn't naked. If I learned anything last night, it's that "Rape is when you love someone, and they don't love you back. So you do something about it". Then went to sleep, then woke up to a motivating text message.

It's sunny today but I feel sleepy and kinda, eh.
Time for me to cheer the fuck up. No more moping. Not mopping, moping. I still like mopping.


Oh, everyone should check this out cause I don't understand what it is...

http://www.asahi-net.or.jp/~xi3h-hrt/momobe2.html

Be true to oneself, and hamsters,
heatherrrr <3


show me peeektures. i haven't seen a lot of you lately <3
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red hot kitchen
Mar. 4th, 2009 @ 02:04 pm my sin, my soul
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Feb. 12th, 2009 @ 03:05 pm (no subject)
"I want the sun to hit my face
Through oak trees in the open lot
Forget about the things you want
Be thankful for what all you got"
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Feb. 10th, 2009 @ 04:05 pm Make for yourself a world you can believe in.
It sounds simple, I know. But it's not. Listen, there are a million worlds you could make for yourself. Everyone you know has a completely different one - the woman in 5G, that cab driver over these, you. Sure, there are overlaps, but only in the details. Some people make their worlds around what they think reality is like. They convince themselves that they had nothing to do with their worlds' creations and continuations. Some make their worlds without knowing it. Their universes are just sesame seeds and three-day weekends and dial tones and skinned knees and physics and driftwood and emerald earrings and books dropped in bathtubs and holes in guitars and plastic and empathy and hardwood and heavy water and high black stockings and the history of the Vikings and brass and obsolescene and burnt hair and collapsed soufflés and the impossibility of not faling in love in an art museum with the person standing next to you looking at the same painting and all the other things that just happen and are. But you want to make for yourself a world that is deliberately and meticulously personalized. A theater for your life, if I could put it like that. Don't live an accident. Don't call a knife a knife. Live a life that has never been lived before, in which everything you experience is yours and only yours. Make accidents on purpose. Call a knife a name by which only you will recognize it. Now I'm not a very smart man, but I'm not a dumb one, either. So listen: If you can manage what I've told you, as I was never able to, you will give your life meaning.

Jonathan Safran Foer, "A Convergence Of Birds".
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