I don't walk with a limp, but lately, I'm thinking about trying one out.
I don't smoke, but I do dream about taking long, sexy, french drags off of a cigarette without coughing once.
I am a music junkie.
I have been drowning in the sea of possibilities for a very, very long time.
I have this thing for chamomile tea.
I want to break through the glass ceiling, but all I see is painted drywall and a ceiling sprinkler.
My passion is ...
thinking.
I know too much about ...
consuming coffee.
My parents always told me ...
to close the refrigerator door.
My favorite memory ...
was born on a long stretch of highway.
Why I write ...
to calm the kettle.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Sigur Ros
My first job ...
The Tumble Weed
My inspiration ...
feeds off of the uncanny.
There is nothing more depressing than watching a whole herd of roses die together silently in a vase. When we place an over-priced, over-ripe bouquet to our lover's trusting hands, what is the message that we are really sending? Sure the initial reaction is, "Someone loves me! Someone actually loves me!" Rightly so. Someone loves you enough to give you a charade. A note to the wise: All bouquets die a terrible death and are buried in a mass grave. Skip the bouquet and either buy a live plant or a single rose. Think about it...a bouquet says, "I think our relationship is beautiful but all t...
More..Lindsey May Stone
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