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caile-girl

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elise caile is a woman from The Deep South, Georgia, USA

    if i were any more inert, i'd be a fossil.

Hi! I'm an INFJ personality type and a compulsive sandwich squasher. "Online" doesn't necessarily mean I'm "here" (I sometimes hide in the sofa cushions). If I don't respond to a message, it's nothing personal, I just get easily overwhelmed. Thanks for understanding.

facebook ~*~ Twitter. Cheers! :-)

For those who understand you, no explanation is necessa

  • Created Oct 01 •


    THIS UGLY STUPID STICKY THING WILL BE FIXED SOON. I PROMISE. MAYBE.

    Will try to answer some mail soon. Sorry. It just piles up more and more and turns into this huge, looming monster. Ha-ha.
    I think I'm afraid of it now. :-P~~

    STICKY THING in process of being reformatted. All unappealing aesthetics are temporary. ;-)

    MY POETIC SPORADICA
    Glass Box | Lust | Gates | Piano | Apathy
    A Thought | Door | Wallflower | Nowhere
    Dumbass | Ghost | Pieces | Echoes | Bridge

    MISC. OTHER STUFF
    Whale Cam | For My Sons | Archives

    Hover mouse over images for hidden commentary.

    ~*~
    Like sands in the hourglass, these are the bloggings of my blog.

  • bluetrees blog - StumbleUpon

    Rated Jun 24 2007 • 360 reviews • stumblers • stumbleupon.com







    The Perfect Day

    You wake with no aches in the arms of your beloved
    to the smell of fresh coffee
    You eat a giant breakfast with no thought of carbs
    There is time to read with a purring cat on your lap

    Later you walk by the ocean with your dog
    on this cut crystal day
    Your favorite music and the sun fill the house
    A short delicious nap under a fleece throw comes later
    and the phone doesn't ring

    At dusk you roast a chicken, bake bread,
    make an exquisite chocolate cake
    for some friends you've been missing
    Someone brings you an unexpected present
    and the wine is just right with the food

    After a wonderful party you sink into sleep
    in a clean nightgown in fresh sheets
    Your sweetheart doesn't snore

    And in your dreams
    an old piece of sadness
    lifts away

    ~
    ~Alice Persons~
    (Image from the pages of bluetree)