Sunday, October 30, 2005


Did I really go here? Its so beautiful.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Going Public.

The dog says I should, but do I really want everyone and their dog to read my innermost thoughts?

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

I Didn't Have a Picture of Poop.

So here is a picture of the river which smells like poop all the time. By the way, I feel like poop today. Graphic design is poop today. And the studio that I stayed in all day, also poopy.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Student Rally

Young Italians peaceably performed their right to assemble in Piazza Navona today. The Carabineri were in full on riot gear and choppers flew overhead, but it was amazingly calm compared to the pushy tourists that gather in my front yard everyday.

Monday, October 24, 2005

I'm So In Love...

I'm seeing double vision.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Too Much Me

and not enough flea market finds.

Need to Get Working.

But instead went to Trastevere, bought one gift for a loved one, and three gifts for me.

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Signs of Love

I caught a bug: crying, fever, chills, stomach cramps, and yup, you guessed it, diarrhea. Thankfully, I'm not alone, and my loves know exactly how to remedy the problem: delicious, homemade A rice soup in a giant orange cup, Marnie purchased anti-diarrhea pills, and Sam, Amaryllis, Leah, and Keely purchased candy! Other handy supplies, not to be forgotten include Sprite, paid for, in person by Maria, and delicous flavored Jeremy purchased Powerade. Special thanks to Megan for lemon ice Gatorade on Saturday morning. I heart you guys.

Thursday, October 20, 2005

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Who Can Read French?

Sheng, please decipher my skirt. xoxo

You Don't Even Want to Know...

how much this beautiful skirt cost me.

Monday, October 17, 2005

I Need Yoga.

It hasn't been quite a week since my last practice, but it feels like forever. I'm needing some inner pace.

What are These?

Greve in Chianti... home of large yellow squashes?

Sunday, October 16, 2005

I Know You've Always Wanted to Know...

the view of Italy from my bedroom window. Isn't it beautiful?

Saturday, October 15, 2005

I Paint... and Shop

Oh Tiziano... how beautifully I mimic your colors. Not really.... So instead I go shopping and buy cute handmade wallets. Its fantastic!

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Are We There Yet?

Sitting on a train from Florence to home, so much time to contemplate. To think.

Wine Museum?

The best museum I have been to since I've come to Europe... the one where you drink wine.

Sunday, October 09, 2005


there it is... and there is me with my love.

Friday, October 07, 2005

I'm Sorry

I didn't know. I'm sorry for me, but most of all you. I didn't know it would be this hard. "I love you, just not in that way." When I said these words, I didn't realize what I was saying. I didn't realize. Ignorance. Now I know. Now I regret. Now I can't stop feeling. Now.

Currently listening to The Scientist (Coldplay), Army Corp of Architects (DCFC), Your Legs Grow (Nada Surf), Karma Police (Radiohead) & Transatlanticism (DCFC)

Thursday, October 06, 2005

3 Wishes. 2 to Go...

I wish I could be buried by a volcano. I still wear your ring.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005


I walked through the Roman Forum on my way home today. No big deal.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Oh Tiziano...

you capture the skin so softly, her plumpness, her innocence . What is she contemplating? Who does she stare at so longingly? (By the by: her/she = me)

Did I Seriously Take This?

Hey, I think I took this super fantastical, "the sky was really that bright and really that beautiful in Pompeii tourist photo." I'm such a novice.. and I like it. These last words are to enlighten you or I just couldn't stand the widow "it" at the end of my entry.

Do You Know What You're Looking At?

That's right. Those are ruins... and you guessed it, that is the volcano that buried them. Welcome to Pompeii.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Who's that Hot Guy?

More importantly, who's that hot lady? xoxo Li

(picture borrowed from the blog of double-t)

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Dear You,

I blocked you, but somehow you've intruded from afar. I didn't know it would be an issue. I kept the option open, in case a "friend" needed to reach a friend. Then She sent an email with your account. "Amnesty Mtg Tonight". It still burns in my head and down to my heart. I thought it was you, but it wasn't. It wasn't at all. It will never be you. You don't even realize. The tears still run warm down my cheek and you don't even know. You are so selfish to think you are not hurting me. I don't know who you are. The person I knew doesn't exist anymore. I don't want you. I want the old you. The one that has left me.