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The Misadventures of Messie Jessie

True Story of a Teenage Termagant May 17, 2012

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Reasons #1,929 & #1,930 why I love this city April 27, 2011

Filed under: Blogcasts,Simple Pleasures — Messie Jessie @ 5:07 pm
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… Because where else can you be serenaded by THIS outside your window at 10pm on a Tuesday?

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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.

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Dear Blog (again), July 28, 2010

Filed under: Life's Little Lessons,Simple Pleasures — Messie Jessie @ 9:38 pm

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

 

Ode to an August Evening August 18, 2009

Filed under: I'm a poet: now you know it,Simple Pleasures — Messie Jessie @ 11:07 pm
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wet city street

 

 

We stroll these city streets

Savoring the summer’s wet relief

As it dances across our shoulders

And gently kisses upon our cheeks

 

Saturday Morning Think Tank May 23, 2009

Filed under: Simple Pleasures — Messie Jessie @ 10:31 am
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KeeperI 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.

 

Spread the love April 27, 2009

Filed under: All about me,Simple Pleasures — Messie Jessie @ 11:17 pm
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Simple Souvenirs

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: 

  • Surround yourself with as many friends as possible, as often as possible. And make it clear how much they mean to you.
  • Call up your old friends and invite them for a visit. If they can’t visit, be sure to fully catch up on the phone. Vow to keep in touch more regularly.
  • Enjoy an exquisite meal, spiced with the tastiest laughter you can find
  • Spend some quality time in the sun (and wear sunscreen)
  • Head out to your local animal shelter(s) and play with as many critters in need as possible
  • If you aren’t already, get yourself in the habit of doing a little extra physical activity each day, in whatever way you enjoy most
  • Turn off your air conditioner and enjoy the gift that is this warm air (I know you were all wishing for it a mere few weeks ago)
  • And if you cannot manage any of the above, at least DO THIS- Say to at least 10 people in the next 72 hours these exact words, “you are beautiful“. And you get extra credit for telling a complete stranger- it will show on their faces how much it means (more than you can imagine right now sitting in front of your computer). I’m telling you from experience.

Love is the very fabric of the universe.

Laugh often, love much & live well.

 

Flea Market Fever! April 6, 2009

Filed under: All about me,Simple Pleasures — Messie Jessie @ 8:37 pm
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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:

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*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.

 

 
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