Bubbbles...

Of personal space, that is. When you create a bubble around yourself, the people who had to move over to make room for it don't always want to make the trip back. The edge of that bubble is fragile, you know.

Sometimes the people you alienate realize they like it better out there where they were edged.

<3

Some wisdom.

Getting on your high horse results in...

being alone.

just high up.

wishing you were further down.

One of these days during one of my snooty fits, I'll learn that being better than everyone else is absolutely ridiculous.

Also, I've learned that I am a manipulator. It's true.

I don't even feel like wrapping presents. Just so you know, this is absolutely unheard of in the land of Phoebe.

Girrrrrrl.

I wouldn't call myself a typical 24 year old. Sure, I enjoy drinking... but I prefer fine wines and fancy martinis. The occasional White Russian. Microbrews. I love shopping, but I'm a bargain hunter and I tend to spend more time in home goods than shoes. I send out (thirty-five) homemade Christmas cards and I cross stitched my Grandma her birthday present. The most difficult consequence of this wholesome lifestyle is that most girls my age are different from me.

When I find someone who wants to craft with me, they tend to be... a bit dull [or sometimes omg so boring].

Where are all the fun crafting people? I know you exist. I mean, no one boring made/wears these.



Right??