Loyalty is a slow dance
Not everyone can do it

It's not just a matter of faith
It's more than knowledge
Waiting for someone
is an instinct
. . . It can't be taught
or worn out or
even explained

Real loyalty
has absolutely no pride in it
and (I think)
it is made of fur

Waiting (especially when nobody comes) is something
like love. . .Except if doesn't ever
end or stop
or change. . .And there is no language (not even cruelty)
that speaks against it

Dogs have died
waiting for people

Loyalty is a slow dance
. . .Not everyone can do it
It takes that rare wisdom
that has no name and
doesn't ask to be
remembered. . .It is a wisdom
that has no competition in man
and because it has no rival

People have never died waiting for dogs



~Malloy~

What makes someone beautiful?

It's an interesting question when you really think about it. And I've been thinking about it a lot since yesterday, when I was told by someone four years younger than myself that I am "just too old" and too fat for him to have dinner with.

Hello. I am barely twenty-four years old. Since when is that "just too old"...? I am 5'3" tall on my bare feet, and I weigh 125 pounds and am a **whopping** size six. Come on, people. Am I missing something here? True, I'm not freakishly thin, and I don't have protruding bones. So I guess if that is what you're into, then yeah, I'm fat. But seriously. Yes, I have some curves. I've got an ass, and I've got big breasts (very nice ones, thank you), but does that make me fat? I don't think so. And since when is 24 considered old? Again, am I missing something? I suppose if being out of college, having a career, going to work every day, paying my own bills, and electing to spend time with the people I love instead of getting wasted and laid on the weekends makes you old, then yes, I am old. But with that comes an enormous amount of responsibility and maturity that I guess, as a younger person, this young man just couldn't quite comprehend.

For the record, asking someone to meet for dinner is not, to my "too old" and adult mind, a serious thing at all. I guess when you're a freshman in college, that's still something big to you. Oops. Generation gap, I suppose.

The broken clock is a comfort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting, though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain, is there healing?
In your name, I find meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm barely holding on to you

The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, but I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
They're looking for purpose
They're still looking for life

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain, I find healing
In your name, I find meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm barely holding on to you

I'm hanging on another day just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I will be okay

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
Haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating
In the pain, there is healing
In your name, there is meaning
So I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm holding on
I'm barely holding on to you

I was looking over images of myself from the past year, and I was amused and frankly amazed at the way my look has evolved just in the past 365 days. I don't even look like the same person! So, in order of oldest to most recent, here are four looks that I tried (and rocked) over the past year. Which is my best look?

And finally, it is Friday!! I'm so ready to chill and unwind this weekend...and watch tons of college football! I think I must honestly enjoy watching sports more than any other girl I know. Seriously, just give me a day of football, baseball, or San Antonio Spurs basketball, and I am a happy woman.

Yesterday some guy asked me what I like to do for fun. Okay, legit question, but it totally got me thinking: What DO I like to do for fun? What ARE my interests? I've been so busy recently that I haven't had much time (or energy!) for fun, so I took a little time to reflect on the things that I really enjoy doing when I have free time, so here goes.

First off, I can be a pretty quite person, and I do enjoy my quiet time to myself. I love to read just about anything, and I can spend hours alone doing just that. I also love to write, as anyone who knows me at all could tell you. I've written novel-length works (talking upwards of 500+ pages) and a lot of poetry. These are the things I like to do on my own.

I love music of all kinds, singing and listening, too. I love to go to concerts, or even just to hear local bands play at the pubs downtown. I also like to sing, and I think I have a pretty nice voice, but I can be pretty shy about it.

I like being outside. I haven't had the opportunity to do much of it, but I would love to go hiking, rafting, caving, or pretty much anything else that is done outdoors. Except hunting. I would feel pretty horrible about that.

I enjoy good food, and especially trying new and different foods. I'm also a big fan of good wine, and sometimes a good martini.

I'm very interested in politics.

And I love dogs.

The most important interests I have, however, are growing in my relationship with God, strengthening my bond with my family, and being the best friend that I can be.

That's pretty much what I am interested in in a nutshell.