1. Salads of any kind
2. Baby brussels sprouts
3. Strawberries & all berries
4. Green & red grapes
5. Oranges, Oranges, Oranges!
9. Grape Tomatoes
2. Shrimp quesadillas
3. Chicken and broccoli fettucini alfredo
4. Cake (birthday cake, cupcake, cheesecake, every kind of cake!)
5. Coffee and espresso drinks
6. Cream puffs
7. BBQ (Korean, Thai, Hawaiian, etc.)
8. Mac & cheese
10. Dark Chocolate
Hello lovely followers!
I wanted to thank and appreciate all of you for inviting me into your life with my random art and personal entries from my life.
I have created a new blog if you want to exclusively view my art. I’m using the second blog as a portfolio for possible employers/curators, and YOU! :)
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I remember when I was maybe 17 or 18,
I thought about the year 2012.
I did the math,
and learned that I would be 24 by that time.
My birthday is coming up in about 4 weeks.
I’ll be 24 this year of 2012.
It’s interesting how quickly my memories flashed back to that age.
It’s as quickly as when I was that age, calculating my current age.
The years really went by in a blink of eye.
I love type.
I love typing.
I love paper.
I hate typing up a paper.
Fuck. I love food.
I don’t remember where I was.
I don’t remember what I was doing.
I do, however, remember you.
It was the first time you had dropped in on my dreams in many months.
Now, I am left to wonder,
How are you doing?
Have I also flitted across your mind?
I am in bed now.
I sang our song softly.
Maybe you heard it.
& Maybe I’ll see you again.
I had seen a guy who looked just like Brad (let’s just call him Brad).
I was enjoying a plate of whole wheat tuscan pasta at Noodles & Co, and I looked up out the window.
There “he” was. He was in a white car on the side of the curb, talking to two friends. A girl was sitting in the driver’s seat. His curly dark hair caught my attention. His frameless glasses were also similar to what Brad would wear. He had squinty eyes. It wasn’t as intense as Brad’s but, they were still unique. He was more tan and probably weighed less.
He must have felt someone looking at me, because he kept glancing right over at me while talking to his friends. I kept my gaze, and did not look away once. It was a safe distance where I did not feel embarrassed to stare.
After they had said their good-byes, he looked at me once more for perhaps 2-3 seconds before finally turning to his female friend— who coincidentally, reminded me of myself.
It wasn’t him. It couldn’t have been. He’s in another state.
But, it brought me back to a time when we were so close.
I finished the last ribbons of my pasta and prepped my table neatly for clean-up and walked out towards the direction of him.
It was hot. The streets baked.
I walked right on by their car without turning back.