*
*
Ladies: Ever worn men’s cologne? Men: Ever worn women’s? Raise your hand when you Rate, Comment, Subscribe, Share!
Got something to say? Lay it on me at CrazyKindaLife@gmail.com
… Because where else can you be serenaded by THIS outside your window at 10pm on a Tuesday?
*
*
*
Then, today, I encountered this gentleman on the subway.
And in case you’re wondering: Yes, I did actually turn around and ask if I could video record him. I *cough* forgot to mention it was for a blog.
*

Someone asked me about you today.
Someone who has always been supportive and encouraging of my writing; whether it be with you, or with my guitar, or with my old friend Journal. Someone who’s opinion and who’s own writing I have respected and admired in return.
I told this someone I had been thinking of you lately too. I told this someone I had been having a lot of thoughts about a lot of things and I wanted to throw some of them your way.
You and this someone have something in common: I haven’t talked to either of you in a long time, and I think its about time we caught up.
I just thought you should know.
Talk to you soon,
-J
We stroll these city streets
Savoring the summer’s wet relief
As it dances across our shoulders
And gently kisses upon our cheeks
I never thought I would say this, but my favorite time of day is morning. I treasure the weekend mornings where I wake at my own pace, sip my coffee, and do as I please.
As pictured above, I have my “morning station”, which seems to be where all my crap gathers; all my latest idées fixes within an arms reach. This is where and when my most greatest inspirations are birthed.
I guess what makes this time and space so dear is that I know this quiet solitude with myself cannot last forever. Already, I hear the buzz upon the streets through my open windows. I know that it is time to get myself together, and move on with my day.
With that, I will enjoy these last few moments in the “think tank” before dressing and hygiene-ating, then calling friends to settle our plans.
May you all have that singular time and place where you too find your inner peace.

Life-Is-Good Souvenirs
Gosh darn it, life is good.
I wanted to write all the events in which are making my life so good right now, and how full of general love the last several days have been, but I’ve been so busy getting out there and living life, that instead I will leave you with this:
I encourage you all to go out there and spread the love in as many of the following ways as possible:
Love is the very fabric of the universe.
Laugh often, love much & live well.
Feeling like my office at work was becoming one big crap hole, I decided it was time to clean it out and spruce it up. I figured that While You Were Out wouldn’t be showing up at my workplace any time soon, so I needed to take matters into my own hands. I called up an old friend, with whom I needed to spend some serious quality time anyway, and proposed that we seek out and take over a flea market over the weekend. She agreed, and on Sunday we headed out to the nearest Flea Facility.
And, of course, I documented the day for your viewing pleasure:
| View Show | Create Your Own
*A noteworthy, and unphotographed, interaction occurred while at the Flea. I was looking at one of the tables that was selling various gems and stones, when the vendor stopped me and asked me to take off my sunglasses. I obliged, and he said, “ok, I just wanted to make sure”. I gave him an odd look, and he responded, “I can see your aura. I wanted you to take off your glasses so I could be sure of what I was seeing”. Naturally, I asked what color it was that he saw, and he told me my aura was red and yellow. After a little questioning, he told me what he could see about me, which I found a tad vague, but interesting nonetheless. I then asked him what color Melissa’s aura was, to which he said, “I can’t see it. I don’t see a lot of people’s auras, but I happened to see yours”. Later on, Melissa said that she thought he was hitting on me, and used that as a way to talk to me. I thought perhaps that was the case; but to me, it was just another treasure to take home from my day at the Flea.

Name proper: Stereogram
When I was a kid, my cousin and I used to sit around and do Magic Eyes all day long. Amazingly, I can still see the image without having to pull it away from my face.
What can I say about today? We all know it was the day Barack Hussein Obama became the 44th President of the United States of America. It would be a lie to say I didn’t shed a few tears of joy and pride today.
They say that pictures say a thousand words, so I think I’ll let them do the most of the talking this time.
Gathered in front of Independence Hall to watch the swearing in ceremony with my campaign friends (and a few hundred fellow Philadelphians):

Independence Hall with the jumbotron in the foreground

We all agreed there was no one else we wanted to share this moment with.
****************************************************************************************************************************

Sula expresses her inner emotions on a T-shirt

A good day all around
****************************************************************************************************************************

"Happy Regime Change!"

Gratuitous crowd shot
****************************************************************************************************************************
And here’s Obama taking his Oath of Office from my point of view:
Open your eyes to the dawn of a new day, America!
It’s a sing-a-long post! Come on super fans, Believe in Green: