wellwellwell

i finished crime and punishment like i planned,

and what a wonderful book it was.

when i'm walking home from work, i generally take the same route,

however, i like to change one street every so often.

i walked up a really good one today.

i have this weird fascination with homes and admiring the ones i could picture myself living in someday.

it's weird, i want my home to be the kind where you walk by and quickly say, "amanda must live here".

there are so many options it seems like, but none of them have been exactly right yet.

close though.

would you be weirded out if you saw me taking pictures of your house?

because i do that sometimes too. the ones i like and that i think are too pretty for me.

i was reading through old journal entries, and i really miss the way i used to write about things.

i used to put words together so nicely, unlike i do now.

sometimes i just have to sneak away.