82 and humid in Brooklyn today.

I hear it snowed in utah.I feel bad. Well, kinda..Not really. I'm off to the park to sit under a shady tree and read.I will watch all the hipsters dance with their boomboxes and animal masks on like I saw last week. I am also the proud owner of a library card, which has quickly turned into a love affair. ...
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sunday will come

Excerpts from "Sunday Will Come"  by Joseph B. Wirthlin "On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies. On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled. It was a Friday filled with devastating,...
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high-fiving a million angels

This is how i feel when I look at my bank account and my tax returns just appear there. Iphone??Vacation home??..Savings? I'm afraid the  responsible adult side of me is slowly attacking my body. For now and until i decide I will keep running around singing thiswhile staring at my bank account.  &nb...
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I am in a posting slump these days.

And this is where I push the dislike button on my not blogging or posting any pretty pictures.I feel as if everyone in unison should booo me for not taking more pictures of this beautiful place called Brooklyn NY. Now here goes me sharing my findings for you all to see.Babble babble babble. First watch...
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Lovin' photoshop these days. These are my thoughts and i will try to make sense of them but forgive me if it doesn't come out right. This quote hit me. hard. Kind of like when shannon gets really really excited and accidentally hits herself in the face from the excitement. I felt like i was getting...
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i spy a shannon drinking snapple.. I recently discovered that most of my dessert and soda cravings can be subdued by water and a piece of gum. And by the looks of my bank account I've been forcing stride in my mouth every 3.5 seconds. How i wish I could stop at that deli I walk past everyday on my...
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