kis·met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized
1. fate.
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"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language.
That may be the measure of our lives." - Toni Morrison

"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown

20 March 2009

don't cry, don't raise your eye

{it's only teenage wasteland}

When there is music:
I dance.
I laugh.
I sing.
I love.
I live.

As I sit on the couch in the wee hours of the morning, homework finished, checking the news online, eating tortilla chips {plain, right out of the bag}, alternately listening to choruses of "Baba O'Riley," "Peace of Mind," and "Locomotive Breath," all while watching The History Channel, the only thing I can think is:
I am my father's daughter.
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3 comments:

lotusgirl said...

Yep. And that's why I love you so. You have to know music does the same for me.

20 March, 2009
Karen said...

You are definitely your father's daughter...don't ever change!

20 March, 2009
Bryce said...

I know you, so I feel like I know your father. I want to meet the guys you are dating.

21 March, 2009

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