Whenever I read people's lips from afar, when I silently watch hearing and deaf people mouth words, when I watch television without volume, I hear the sounds and voices in my head as I would imagine they would sound. I wonder if hearing people do this as much as I do? If they are as sophisticated with doing so as I am?
Last night I did some studying in my art room. I haven't been in there since before Sparky's death. It brought a little sadness and nostalgia to me. He used to sit on the floor in the room or the main part of the garage and just wait for me to go to bed. He would be so cute sleeping there that I eventually had to sporadically stop what I was doing and give him some love. Give him some love...how much I long to do that. I do, miss him a great goddamn deal.
I have officially lost all hope in my mother's sanity. Easter was definitely not a great day by any means. Not to mention that some anger boiling inside me got a minor outlet. Some people just never change.
I'm sticking with my original statement that the only thing I like about Easter is Peeps.
My friend told me about this site, which is actually quite amusing, especially if you ever read Garfield in the Sunday comics.
Dove's Campaign for Real Beauty is absolutely amazing. I think about these videos every now and then, but I completely forgot to share them with the world. Please, please take some time to watch them, and again to love your tree!
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