The beauty of my body is not measured by the size of the clothes it can fit into, but by the stories that it tells. I have a belly and hips that say, "We grew a child in here," and breasts that say, "We nourished life." My hands, with bitten nails and a writer's callus, say, "We create amazing things."
I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon. ~Ellen DeGeneres
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Smoke Gets in you Eyes
Asotin burned really bad and the smoke in the air gave me a really bad headache so I spent the day existing rather than accomplishing anything more productive than taking a nap. even a large mocha frap did not help me for more than 20 minutes.
