Puppy whiskers and people watching, italics and popsicles, chaos and cooking.
Music
Yes please, and turn it up a notch.
Movies
I like to buy old VHS tapes at yard sales.
Television
I've watched every special on ghosts, bigfoot and loch ness, because I really want to believe. I like a lot of "educational" shows, but really, I make no claim to being attratched to quality when it goes time to veg out.
Books
I tend to judge them by their covers. This has led to some very interesting finds.
Heroes
Someone who changed everything, including my sense of home.
Also, the inventor of rolling luggage, and my adopted mama, Bunny.
I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Seriously, the world loves me. I'm not sure why it does, but I love most of it right back. I love wrapping presents. Flowers are important. That TOTALLY wasn't me who prank called you, I swear. I love to grocery shop. My bicycle has streamers on the handles. I think if people wanna know about my faith, they'll ask. I look young, and sound old. I have a high tolerance for chaos. I always have at least one book in my purse.
At camp in high school, I was voted "Most Talkative." UNANIMOUSLY.
I dance at the slightest provocation.
If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond? It seems like
a perfect place for them."
-Richard Brautigan
How to make a Sarah Smile
Ingredients:
3 parts twilight
5 parts banjo music
3 parts dandylions
Method: Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously by dancing. Serve with a kiss and a pinch of salt. Yum!
Who I'd like to meet: Cyberstalkers and hatemailers. You're nobody until you've got a few of those.
Strangers who want to tell me about singles in my area, their new free ipod, or how they make money taking surveys online. I want to meet them, so that I can flick them in the earlobe repeatedly.
Oh, and slutty types who wanna tell me about their webcam on some other site, and how things "got a little crazy there the other night." Yeah.
And there was a prince who wanted to be with the princess, but he had a brother who also wanted to be a prince...despite the fact he didn't have a brain...because he had no head...
I can not think of anything living/or nonliving thing that does not gravitate towards your boobs ... Even I have gazed with interest ( and you know how hard it is to get me to look at boobies)
Crayon pieces on her chair Where did they come from ? Tell me where Crayon pieces my oh my Are they real or am I high? Red crayon shavings in my Hair This annoying mystery I can’t bare My missing crayon was indeed red It must have been Sarah who fed My sick kitty who has shit everywhere Now I am glad kitty “shat” on Sarah’s chair
