When You're Not Looking

I noticed today that when I'm really missing home, I change the radio to country. I never really listened to country that much when I was in high school, but something about it just magically puts me on a gravel road. Its always summer with the corn high above your head...and the detasselers are out. I always feel like home's only 2 turns away. And then, I realize that I'm in North Carolina...and I really miss home.

You know what I was wondering the other day? I was wondering if anyone still remembers the Jar Game.

Ok...now on to the not-so-interesting update part...

I started working at Arby's down here. Surprise! Surprise! It's the third one I've worked at...
and hopefully the last...
Josh and I are buying new (used) car, Mitsubishi Galant....
My niece has 4 teeth...
which I'm sure no one outside of the family finds interesting.

posted by molly @ 6:44 PM 0 comments

I am, I aim, I aim to please, but on this rocky shore created on this page, I forget you and all the feelings, thoughts, adjectives, verbs, & expletives associated with you. I feel the rocks grinding into my feet as I wade. The cold melts away me; I can its little ring of colors around me like an oil spot. Am I free? Am I lost?

posted by molly @ 12:22 AM 0 comments