<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799</id><updated>2011-07-08T18:42:08.063-04:00</updated><category term='Toronto'/><category term='EP'/><category term='confusion lost feeble dull winter hibernation'/><category term='sunset'/><category term='niagara falls'/><category term='To Save Me Self-Portrait Diptych'/><category term='flaws'/><category term='shiver'/><category term='O + S'/><category term='rigid'/><category term='Music'/><category term='light'/><category term='margaret atwood'/><category term='Band'/><category term='Julie Lavelle Photography©'/><category term='Hold Time'/><category term='M. Ward'/><category term='birds'/><category term='winter'/><category term='hdr'/><category term='Promo'/><category term='winter long exposure confusion counting hoping wishing cloudy lacking'/><category term='Lisa Hannigan'/><category term='perfection'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='phases'/><category term='morning'/><category term='constricting'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='The Artful Vandelays'/><category term='teacup table night morning inbetween lack-of-sleep shiver ringing'/><category term='tree'/><category term='love'/><category term='lacking'/><category term='hibernation'/><category term='poems'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='e.e. cummings'/><title type='text'>I Woke Up With This Song In My Head This Morning</title><subtitle type='html'>a simple blog for pictures and words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-8069081049084643469</id><published>2009-06-05T03:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:12:28.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't been gone very long but it feels like a lifetime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SijFWzO3BtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cxEQd5VA6p4/s1600-h/IMG_0937edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SijFWzO3BtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cxEQd5VA6p4/s320/IMG_0937edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343737953375422162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;If I could tame all of my desires. Wait out the weather that howls in my brain. Cause it seems that it's always changing, the wind's indecision, the sorrowful rain. I was a postcard, I was a record, I was a camera until I went blind. Now I'm riding all over this island, looking for something to open my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A double-take of complete confusion, while muttering what was once believed to be the truth. A beautiful surprise that managed to rip the top of my head right off. The universe rains down on you, yet you act as if this falling from the sky is a regular occurrence. I'm still holding my breath, yet I emerged from the water miles ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-8069081049084643469?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8069081049084643469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=8069081049084643469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8069081049084643469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8069081049084643469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-havent-been-gone-very-long-but-it.html' title='I haven&apos;t been gone very long but it feels like a lifetime.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SijFWzO3BtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cxEQd5VA6p4/s72-c/IMG_0937edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-3442086912633998879</id><published>2009-03-29T01:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:16:54.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O + S'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margaret atwood'/><title type='text'>Slowly (Oh so slowly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/Sc8Dptx4BSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JIKXz-rYS6E/s1600-h/IMG_6155edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/Sc8Dptx4BSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JIKXz-rYS6E/s320/IMG_6155edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318473700146152738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We stay because we don't know where else to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then there's the two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of us. This word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is far too short for us, it has only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four letters, too sparse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to fill those deep bare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacuums between the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that press on us with their deafness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not love we don't wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to fall into, but that fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This word is not enough but it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to do. It's a single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vowel in this metallic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence, a mouth that says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O again and again in wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and pain, a breath, a finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grip on a cliffside. You can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold on or let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-3442086912633998879?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3442086912633998879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=3442086912633998879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/3442086912633998879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/3442086912633998879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/slowly-oh-so-slowly.html' title='Slowly (Oh so slowly)'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/Sc8Dptx4BSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JIKXz-rYS6E/s72-c/IMG_6155edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-8294718563089496428</id><published>2009-03-24T02:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:17:49.106-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hdr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shiver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niagara falls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rigid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='constricting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lacking'/><title type='text'>You were like a walking compliment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SciHKxAVYmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sM4kA_O-bRU/s1600-h/rainbowfallshdr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SciHKxAVYmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sM4kA_O-bRU/s320/rainbowfallshdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316647979134050914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    (please view large)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hardly write anymore. I go through phases and periods of intense thoughts that I feel obligated to write down, however lately it's been the opposite. My mind is this empty cave of confusion and dark thoughts. I've become rigid and frozen. I've forgotten how to be alone with my thoughts, let alone explain what is racing through my mind. I've somehow let these fears and anxieties of mine overtake my life. I'm strong enough to overcome this, I'm sure I am. Yet, I haven't found the inspiration I so desperately need to push myself, and I doubt it's going to appear miraculously however much I wish.  It's not all bad, but that's all my mind seems to focus on, despite my valiant efforts. Every moment I spend in the sunshine I feel myself unraveling. How much longer will I have to wait for complete and utter tranquility?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-8294718563089496428?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8294718563089496428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=8294718563089496428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8294718563089496428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8294718563089496428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-were-like-walking-compliment.html' title='You were like a walking compliment.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SciHKxAVYmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sM4kA_O-bRU/s72-c/rainbowfallshdr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-2314843171048703944</id><published>2009-02-21T05:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:56:37.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Band'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Artful Vandelays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toronto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie Lavelle Photography©'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lalalie/3297291280/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/3297293718_e9de5ef2b1.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lalalie/3297291280/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3371/3297291280_1b8da5cfc8.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 475px; height: 324px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Promo shots I did for the band The Artful Vandelays back in December. This was for their their EP: Four RIng Circus.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the band here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefourringcircus.com/"&gt;www.thefourringcircus.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any comments or critiques on these shots?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-2314843171048703944?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2314843171048703944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=2314843171048703944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/2314843171048703944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/2314843171048703944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/promo-shots-i-did-for-band-artful.html' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/3297293718_e9de5ef2b1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-15847666255426201</id><published>2009-02-13T06:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:38:31.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacup table night morning inbetween lack-of-sleep shiver ringing'/><title type='text'>Ashes in the snow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3255925865_6b283c4b07.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3515/3255925865_6b283c4b07.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've forgotten how to sleep. Tiredness hasn't presented itself to me yet. I'll just continue on and on and on. Soon the morning will break and I'll have to face the sun upon my face once again. I'm tired of this constant shivering. The ringing in my head is so painful. It's another reminder of the cloudiness that is accumulating in my mind. I hope that when this is all over I'll still have someone to return to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-15847666255426201?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/15847666255426201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=15847666255426201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/15847666255426201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/15847666255426201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/ashes-in-snow.html' title='Ashes in the snow.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-2651327403047098061</id><published>2009-02-12T02:38:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:39:52.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter long exposure confusion counting hoping wishing cloudy lacking'/><title type='text'>Traveling north, traveling north to find you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SZPZbS13G5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NVx8UezBsCQ/s1600-h/3273212675_76d35c26c8_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SZPZbS13G5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NVx8UezBsCQ/s320/3273212675_76d35c26c8_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301820249282648978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This saline is clouding my thoughts. I want to look clearly upon this and try to remain sincere to myself. Being alone is so hard right now. I feel weak. So listless and helpless. I want this all to be over. I want the clarity and stability that I've worked so hard for. I don't want to lose all that I love. I don't want to be clingy, but all that can cure this endless emptiness is the warmth of a heartbeat. I'm so sorry that I'm placing all of this upon you. I wish I could face these demons all alone but I've lost the strength. I want to be the one who makes you smile. When will the end come to find me? I don't even think I have what it takes anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-2651327403047098061?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2651327403047098061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=2651327403047098061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/2651327403047098061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/2651327403047098061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/traveling-north-traveling-north-to-find.html' title='Traveling north, traveling north to find you.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SZPZbS13G5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/NVx8UezBsCQ/s72-c/3273212675_76d35c26c8_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-4170013454672187642</id><published>2009-02-07T00:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:46:00.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hold Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Save Me Self-Portrait Diptych'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M. Ward'/><title type='text'>To Save Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SY0fvXeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HAsnfaz8SB4/s1600-h/juliediptych.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SY0fvXeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HAsnfaz8SB4/s400/juliediptych.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299927235100465938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How much effort could it possibly take&lt;br /&gt;to save me, to save me, to save me, just to save me?&lt;br /&gt;Save me from sailing over the edge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-4170013454672187642?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4170013454672187642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=4170013454672187642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/4170013454672187642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/4170013454672187642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-save-me.html' title='To Save Me'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SY0fvXeU2xI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HAsnfaz8SB4/s72-c/juliediptych.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-4762869689765405502</id><published>2009-02-05T01:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T02:02:11.516-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunset'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa Hannigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hibernation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flaws'/><title type='text'>Ocean and a Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYqMONEv7RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7CIgkn7yfXc/s1600-h/IMG_0745new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYqMONEv7RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7CIgkn7yfXc/s400/IMG_0745new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299202087210446098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoughts of you, warm my bones; I'm on the way, I'm on the phone, let's get lost, me and you, an ocean and a rock is nothing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am far away from where you lay, awake the day while you fall to sleep an ocean and a rock away&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I keep you in the pockets of my dresses and the bristles of my brushes spin you into my curls today&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I spoon you into my coffee cup, spin you through a delicate wash, I wear you all day&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was aiming for perfection but maybe perfection is my absolute best, despite flaws. I've been so caught up in what I believed to be the truth, perhaps that was all a facade and what I need to focus on is what I'm being told is truly happening. An outside view is sometimes what can shatter deception when you're too caught up in your own mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-4762869689765405502?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/4762869689765405502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=4762869689765405502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/4762869689765405502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/4762869689765405502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/02/ocean-and-rock.html' title='Ocean and a Rock'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYqMONEv7RI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7CIgkn7yfXc/s72-c/IMG_0745new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-3735428216597450782</id><published>2009-01-30T01:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:35:20.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion lost feeble dull winter hibernation'/><title type='text'>I went to sleep for the daytime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYKacWjuk4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-1WkDJjxmls/s1600-h/IMG_0213new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYKacWjuk4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-1WkDJjxmls/s320/IMG_0213new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296965923623572354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appear to have lost every word that once flowed through my mind, begging me to stop and take note. I am hardly aware of my own thoughts. Trying to explain my own actions to myself is an effort in itself. My mind has dulled. These thoughts have all been dreamt before and spoken of. My feeble sentences have no strength against the powerful arguments others display in front of me. I talk in circles and explain in ambiguous statements. Being concise forces me to be decisive while taking hold of all that I dare to speak aloud. I hide behind excuses and 'yeah, it's fine(s)'... when does one realize they are cutting themselves off from reality? These late winter nights seem to mess with all that I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Ain't this just like the present to be showing up like this?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-3735428216597450782?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3735428216597450782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=3735428216597450782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/3735428216597450782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/3735428216597450782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-went-to-sleep-for-daytime.html' title='I went to sleep for the daytime.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYKacWjuk4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/-1WkDJjxmls/s72-c/IMG_0213new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-6331140412126128283</id><published>2009-01-29T03:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T03:33:50.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e.e. cummings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>If Winter Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYFopAN7mII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RKAyaInm3Bk/s1600-h/IMG_0167new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYFopAN7mII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RKAyaInm3Bk/s400/IMG_0167new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296629690406770818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYFn-8qLpWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uWUkb5XvDhg/s1600-h/matthewdiptych.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYFn-8qLpWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/uWUkb5XvDhg/s400/matthewdiptych.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296628967897015650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="darling"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you much (most beautiful darling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than anyone on the earth and i&lt;br /&gt;like you better than everything in the sky&lt;br /&gt;-sunlight and singing welcome your coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although winter may be everywhere&lt;br /&gt;with such a silence and such a darkness&lt;br /&gt;no one can quite begin to guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(except my life) the true time of year-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if what calls itself a world should have&lt;br /&gt;the luck to hear such singing (or glimpse such&lt;br /&gt;sunlight as will leap higher than high&lt;br /&gt;through gayer than gayest someone's heart at your each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearness)everyone certainly would(my&lt;br /&gt;most beautiful darling) believe in nothing but love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-e.e. cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="darling"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="darling"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-6331140412126128283?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6331140412126128283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=6331140412126128283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/6331140412126128283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/6331140412126128283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-winter-ends.html' title='If Winter Ends'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SYFopAN7mII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/RKAyaInm3Bk/s72-c/IMG_0167new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-2832348108495068346</id><published>2008-12-27T02:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T02:08:05.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Albums - 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SVXUQu3QndI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CIxcmJm4jtg/s1600-h/n122602817_37423177_7116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SVXUQu3QndI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CIxcmJm4jtg/s400/n122602817_37423177_7116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284363121711947218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was beyond difficult, there was so much to choose from! This year provided more music than I had time to listen to. Please feel free to leave your own lists, or comments about mine! Discussions welcome. Looking forward to 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago&lt;br /&gt;2. Conor Oberst - S/T&lt;br /&gt;3. Sigur Rós - Med Sud I Eyrum Vid Spilum Endalaust&lt;br /&gt;4. Death Cab For Cutie - Narrow Stairs&lt;br /&gt;5. Lydia - Illuminate&lt;br /&gt;6. City and Colour – Bring Me Your Love&lt;br /&gt;7. Copeland - You Are My Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;8. She &amp;amp; Him – Volume One&lt;br /&gt;9. Right Away, Great Captain! – The Eventually Home&lt;br /&gt;10. Tallest Man On Earth - Shallow Graves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Neva Dinova – You May Already Be Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;12. Margot and the Nuclear So and So’s – Not Animal&lt;br /&gt;13. Elliott Brood – Mountain Meadows&lt;br /&gt;14. Johnny Flynn - A Larum&lt;br /&gt;15. Little Joy – S/T&lt;br /&gt;16. Jenny Lewis - Acid Tongue&lt;br /&gt;17. Colour Revolt - Plunder, Beg, and Curse&lt;br /&gt;18. Jaguar Love - Take Me To The Sea&lt;br /&gt;19. Kings of Leon - Only By the Night&lt;br /&gt;20. Hey Rosetta - Into Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;21. Jack's Mannequin - The Glass Passenger&lt;br /&gt;22. Horse Feathers - House With No Home&lt;br /&gt;23. The Wooden Sky - When Lost At Sea&lt;br /&gt;24. Fleet Foxes - S/T&lt;br /&gt;25. Butch Walker - Sycamore Meadows&lt;br /&gt;26. God Is An Astronaut - S/T&lt;br /&gt;27. Ladyhawk - Shots&lt;br /&gt;28. Beck - Modern Guilt&lt;br /&gt;29. In the Pines – S/T&lt;br /&gt;30. Beach House - Devotion&lt;br /&gt;31. Good Old War - Only Way&lt;br /&gt;32. Love As Laughter - Holy&lt;br /&gt;33. Rural Alberta Advantage – Hometowns&lt;br /&gt;34. Ace Enders and a Million Different People - The Secret Wars&lt;br /&gt;35. Autumn Picture – The Field&lt;br /&gt;36. Plants and Animals - Parc Avenue&lt;br /&gt;37. Annuals - Such Fun&lt;br /&gt;38. Born Ruffians – Red, Yellow and Blue&lt;br /&gt;39. Noah and the Whale – S/T&lt;br /&gt;40. Lightspeed Champion – Falling Off the Lavender Bridge&lt;br /&gt;41. Port O'Brien - All We Could Do Was Sing&lt;br /&gt;42. Anathallo – Canopy Glow&lt;br /&gt;43. Paper Rival - Dialog&lt;br /&gt;44. Mogwai – The Hawk Is Howling&lt;br /&gt;45. Q-Tip - Renaissance&lt;br /&gt;46. Sleepercar - West Texas&lt;br /&gt;47. Person L - Initial&lt;br /&gt;48. The Little Ones - Morning Tide&lt;br /&gt;49. Anthony Green - Avalon&lt;br /&gt;50. Nik Freitas - Sun Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honourable Mention goes to: Tilly and the Wall – O, The Uglysuit – S/T, Peter and the Wolf - Mellow Owl, Ray LaMontagne - Gossip in the Grain, Giants – Old Stories, Jakob Dylan – Seeing Things, Calexico - Carried to Dust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-2832348108495068346?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/2832348108495068346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=2832348108495068346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/2832348108495068346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/2832348108495068346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-albums-2008.html' title='Best Albums - 2008'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SVXUQu3QndI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CIxcmJm4jtg/s72-c/n122602817_37423177_7116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-833263747802556326</id><published>2008-12-14T02:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:56:57.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't deny it any longer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SUS6UJ3omLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SJdkdS8Og6s/s1600-h/IMG_7495vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SUS6UJ3omLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SJdkdS8Og6s/s320/IMG_7495vintage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279549518594480306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been back at home with my family since Thursday, and it's been a much needed rest. Eating proper meals, relaxing, playing with my cat, and trying to leave all my worries back in Toronto. When I'm in Toronto I feel as though I must be in constant motion. Accomplishing things, going out, seeing people, and while at home I'm able to just stop and (finally) reflect on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where my head has been this past week or so. It was as if my body and mind had been invaded and I was struggling to stay afloat despite the flooding occurring in my mind. Often I become so entranced by my own emotions, I can barely notice what is happening around me. The pain that I supposedly feel is all I can take note of and it seems to wash over me like a 5 minute summer rain. How do I take hold of myself and snap back to reality? I honestly scare myself sometimes when I do not know where all these emotions are suddenly rushing from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, I have to accept that Christmas is here whether I'm ready for it or not. My family and drove out to the country today and cut down our own Christmas tree. My house now has a lovely smell of pine needles that never fails to remind me of an earlier time. I've had a real Christmas tree every year of my life, it's something my parents insist upon. No matter how ridiculous my family can be, I'm lucky to have people who look out for me and truly care about my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SUS6UaDMwoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k-CbIbuTTHQ/s1600-h/IMG_7487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SUS6UaDMwoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/k-CbIbuTTHQ/s320/IMG_7487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279549522937954946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, I did all the heavy labour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-833263747802556326?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/833263747802556326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=833263747802556326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/833263747802556326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/833263747802556326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-deny-it-any-longer.html' title='Can&apos;t deny it any longer.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SUS6UJ3omLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SJdkdS8Og6s/s72-c/IMG_7495vintage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-8546653177582053031</id><published>2008-12-07T17:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:51:06.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love will be safe with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/STxODCe436I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IzsmjxMYOSs/s1600-h/3090069385_6709241e5d_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/STxODCe436I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IzsmjxMYOSs/s320/3090069385_6709241e5d_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277178677484380066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was dreaming about your record collection and all of our scratched affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter brings me back to the craving of sleeping endlessly in my bed all day and night. I begin to wonder what's the point in moving when I'll end up back there soon enough anyway. I fall asleep to the darkness and wake up to the darkness, as if nothing has even changed. My dreams are active enough that I barely need to pretend I've nothing much of anything. I see friends, listen to records, go on grand adventures, and it's almost better than anything I could actually do. Until however, there's that point in which someone dies a horrific death or that best friend literally stabs you in the back, then you just have to hope it really is a dream. That's when waking up is quite satisfying. I am very thankful that none of those things happen in my day-to-day life. I have already felt the clenching fear and sadness it can impose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this terrible way of being able to impose extreme feelings of anger and sadness upon myself. The way a pendulum swings, it can change in a moment's notice. I want it to go away. Why can't I have a stable emotion that lasts a significant amount of time. Be able to sit down and enjoy one thing without needing to multi-task or stand up 5 minutes later to begin another task that will inevitably never get finished. I frustrate myself. I don't even know how to explain this the way I'd like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Continuously; Dizzy. Nervous. Nauseous. Happy. Content. Fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a fucking vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-8546653177582053031?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8546653177582053031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=8546653177582053031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8546653177582053031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8546653177582053031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-love-will-be-safe-with-me.html' title='Your love will be safe with me.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/STxODCe436I/AAAAAAAAAEg/IzsmjxMYOSs/s72-c/3090069385_6709241e5d_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-3397895222510501063</id><published>2008-12-02T21:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:31:14.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I could live for better, at least I thought so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/STYU0jEvXSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e8I85IIkh3o/s1600-h/IMG_5976texturecopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/STYU0jEvXSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e8I85IIkh3o/s320/IMG_5976texturecopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275426906511990050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing an overwhelming feeling of guilt. Leaving this behind. Forgetting to put anything else ahead. Yet, I'm enjoying myself. The schoolwork is falling far behind, and despite the occasion moment of shame, it's all moving along. I have no one to blame except myself for the failures that I encounter, and if I don't proceed to try, then yes, I will fail, that's obvious and I need to fucking realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days until it could potentially end for good. I was dramatically different when it began, and I truly hope it's all for the best. It still baffles me that one tiny, seemingly insignificant moment can impact everything so tremendously. I mean, what if I had not walked down that path one specific day? Or decided to stay home from that other party? Or even, stayed with what I had, instead of deciding that it could never work before I truly ever tried? But through all of those steps and moments and conversations I am trying to map it all out, and understand where each person has left their mark upon me.&lt;br /&gt;This feels like a quarter-life crisis. Only I'm not in crisis, I just fucking afraid of failing. I have these hopes, but they're more difficult to accomplish than anything I can imagine doing. But then I take a breath and remember that I'm only 21 and I potentially have plenty of time, to succeed at 'anything I put my mind to,' right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has turned into something more revealing than I had initially intended. I just wanted to make an effort to update this since the past month or so I've been slacking. When you find what makes you happy, writing does not feel as necessary anymore, as one would rather be experiencing that which is providing all the joy. And oh, what joy.&lt;br /&gt;After all the time spent asking why?, and how could this happen?, life spun me around and shoved me in a direction that I honestly never thought possible. To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-3397895222510501063?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3397895222510501063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=3397895222510501063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/3397895222510501063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/3397895222510501063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-could-live-for-better-at-least-i.html' title='I could live for better, at least I thought so.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/STYU0jEvXSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/e8I85IIkh3o/s72-c/IMG_5976texturecopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-8273082309068102452</id><published>2008-10-22T01:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:02:43.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sepia glow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SP67igPpc6I/AAAAAAAAADw/J-s1BIxQ9Jw/s1600-h/2963803154_df91f836eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SP67igPpc6I/AAAAAAAAADw/J-s1BIxQ9Jw/s400/2963803154_df91f836eb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259847616260830114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine a luminous glow peeking through, and it could be so fucking magnificent if it wasn't hidden behind your every concern and fear. I am pretending just fine, there are no expectations in this broad daylight. But imagine a day when it could all be so refreshing?  Reminiscent of the past that one should never live off of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe soon I could breathe again. Be able to finally go let of these tensed muscles and cloudy thoughts. Oh, how I wish I could picture the beauty of that first breath.&lt;br /&gt;My lungs will fill up and I will know that I truly want to exhale and have the cycle repeat continuously. The knots in my brain won't untie and I'm about to lose all consciousness. This pain is never ending, and there is no cure. Why must my life be hidden behind these throbbing aches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;send your lifeboats out for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-8273082309068102452?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8273082309068102452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=8273082309068102452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8273082309068102452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8273082309068102452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/sepia-glow.html' title='Sepia glow.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SP67igPpc6I/AAAAAAAAADw/J-s1BIxQ9Jw/s72-c/2963803154_df91f836eb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-311392527388398375</id><published>2008-10-22T01:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T02:12:54.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>XO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SP67s6GAsNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fmHJyFtQ1SM/s1600-h/pk_elliott14_ph05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SP67s6GAsNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fmHJyFtQ1SM/s320/pk_elliott14_ph05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259847794998423762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm never going to know you now&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'm gonna love you anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steven Paul "Elliott" Smith&lt;/b&gt; (August 6, 1969 – October 21, 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Don't Think I'm Ever Gonna Figure It Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe you were ever really here... You are beyond missed, Elliott. I doubt you could even imagine. I truly hope wherever you are the pain has left and in it's place there is a sense of peace. Every time I think of you, it's hard not to feel sadness creeping in... I need to be strong and remember that you have graciously left us so many of your genius thoughts and beautiful melodies, that I am so very thankful for. You have helped me through some difficult days. Thank you, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drink up, baby, stay up all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         the things you could do, you won't but you might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         the potential you'll be that you'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         the promises you'll only make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         drink up with me now and forget all about the pressure of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         do what i say and i'll make you okay and drive them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         the images stuck in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         people you've been before that you don't want around anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         that push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         i'll keep them still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         drink up, baby, look at the stars, i'll kiss you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         between the bars where i'm seeing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         there with your hands in the air waiting to finally be caught&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         drink up one more time and i'll make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         keep you apart deep in my heart separate from the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         where i like you the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         and keep the things you forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         the people you've been before that you don't want around anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         that push and shove and won't bend to your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         i'll keep them still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-311392527388398375?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/311392527388398375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=311392527388398375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/311392527388398375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/311392527388398375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/xo.html' title='XO'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SP67s6GAsNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fmHJyFtQ1SM/s72-c/pk_elliott14_ph05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-120702632348118597</id><published>2008-10-19T15:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:04:44.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast enough to lose yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPuR4WXRu-I/AAAAAAAAADg/IuRVAH0vNHc/s1600-h/2955900538_1b72051132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPuR4WXRu-I/AAAAAAAAADg/IuRVAH0vNHc/s400/2955900538_1b72051132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258957387147099106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You did say, need me less and I'll want you more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still shell shocked at needing anyone,&lt;br /&gt;used to being used to it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;It won't be me out on the tiles till four-&lt;br /&gt;thirty, while you're in bed, willing the door&lt;br /&gt;open with your need.  You wanted her then,&lt;br /&gt;more.  Because you need to, I woke alone&lt;br /&gt;in what's not yet our room, strewn, though, with your&lt;br /&gt;guitar, shoes, notebook, socks, trousers enjambed&lt;br /&gt;with mine.  Half the world was sleeping it off&lt;br /&gt;in every other bed under my roof.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a roof over my bed&lt;br /&gt;to pull down on my head when I feel damned&lt;br /&gt;by wanting you so much it looks like need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grief, and I want to take it up in you;&lt;br /&gt;joy, and I want to spend it all inside&lt;br /&gt;you; fear, and you are the place I can hide.&lt;br /&gt;Courage is what leaves me brave enough to&lt;br /&gt;turn you around and tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;to me, after.  Rivers, and downstream glide&lt;br /&gt;I; we breathe together.  You look, or I'd&lt;br /&gt;get scared, but you're watching while you take me through&lt;br /&gt;the deep part, where I find you, where you need&lt;br /&gt;to know I do know where, know how to drive&lt;br /&gt;the point home.  Wit: you get the point and flat&lt;br /&gt;statement of a gift of tongues.  I get&lt;br /&gt;up, and you get me down, get lost, you lead&lt;br /&gt;me home, or I take you, and we both arrive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; How can you love me with the things I feel&lt;br /&gt;that scare me crashing on the window glass?&lt;br /&gt;How can you love me when I'm such an ass-&lt;br /&gt;hole (sometimes) I can't take hold of what's real-&lt;br /&gt;ly there and use it, let you take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;and put my head back as the truck-stops pass?&lt;br /&gt;Where would we go that morning? Would the grass&lt;br /&gt;beside the highway mount to granite, steel&lt;br /&gt;and rubber take us far enough that I&lt;br /&gt;could pull my ghosts out of my guts and cry&lt;br /&gt;for them, with you behind me, on some high&lt;br /&gt;stone place, where water breaks from underground&lt;br /&gt;arteries with hard breaths, that would sound&lt;br /&gt;like mine, letting them go, saying goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;- Marilyn Hacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-120702632348118597?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/120702632348118597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=120702632348118597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/120702632348118597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/120702632348118597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/fast-enough-to-lose-yourself.html' title='Fast enough to lose yourself.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPuR4WXRu-I/AAAAAAAAADg/IuRVAH0vNHc/s72-c/2955900538_1b72051132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-670598819080468686</id><published>2008-10-18T02:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T03:06:18.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathing in reverse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPmJWgG1C2I/AAAAAAAAADI/Sm9lyk96IEI/s1600-h/2950431179_db47d5250a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPmJWgG1C2I/AAAAAAAAADI/Sm9lyk96IEI/s320/2950431179_db47d5250a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258385059600468834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPmJWlLWm1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/w30ADv-RtPo/s1600-h/2950431173_6b52f14594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPmJWlLWm1I/AAAAAAAAADQ/w30ADv-RtPo/s320/2950431173_6b52f14594.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258385060961622866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are the benefits truly worth the cost? A question that is continuously being asked. The truth is that I won't know until it's too late, which makes this situation even more difficult. I just want to make sure that when it's all over I'll still feel like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my place to level out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scare myself when I start gasping for breath while trying to explain myself. I cannot help that my emotions get the best of me sometimes, but when it's concerning something as important to me as this, it's bound to happen. I just wish I could remain stronger through all of this, however, it's hard when I take it all so personally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-670598819080468686?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/670598819080468686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=670598819080468686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/670598819080468686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/670598819080468686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/breathing-in-reverse.html' title='Breathing in reverse.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPmJWgG1C2I/AAAAAAAAADI/Sm9lyk96IEI/s72-c/2950431179_db47d5250a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-6122055163399087167</id><published>2008-10-10T17:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T01:32:13.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw a sunrise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPgjA3vfMwI/AAAAAAAAADA/SkKnb-HPkTI/s1600-h/2948082707_184fb10867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPgjA3vfMwI/AAAAAAAAADA/SkKnb-HPkTI/s320/2948082707_184fb10867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257991062825153282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly having trouble distinguishing between what was reality and what I wish were reality. I dreamed about a perfect situation in the place where I was lying and woke up lying in that place however it was less-than-perfect. My dreams were so vivid and real and I really felt your sincerity and beauty. And yet, I had to wake up to see that nothing has changed and I'm still living the present moment. What else on earth could be more sad to wake up to? That disgusting feeling of regret and pain once again. Waking up is the worst part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this headache would go away, I can barely hear my thoughts anymore. Maybe that's a good thing, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-6122055163399087167?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6122055163399087167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=6122055163399087167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/6122055163399087167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/6122055163399087167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-saw-sunrise.html' title='i saw a sunrise.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SPgjA3vfMwI/AAAAAAAAADA/SkKnb-HPkTI/s72-c/2948082707_184fb10867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-6087653571946866803</id><published>2008-10-10T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:40:55.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievably oblivious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SO_Jz__DlOI/AAAAAAAAACY/0kBycrjcI5w/s1600-h/IMG_1801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SO_Jz__DlOI/AAAAAAAAACY/0kBycrjcI5w/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255641185351079138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stronger than this. I haven't worked this hard to become what I promised I would never be. One glance and it's all wiped away. I pretend I did not notice, but what is felt cannot be forgotten. Comfort, at such strange times. Insecurity, a split second later. There is not a drop of consistency to be found. Yet, what is it that I cannot seem to forget? The feeling of liberation only lasts for a moment, but I want it back for good. Where can that be found? Why are you so fucking unbelievably oblivious to those around you? This taste of disgust rolls right off my tongue. I want to take it all back. Back, back, back to the start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-6087653571946866803?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6087653571946866803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=6087653571946866803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/6087653571946866803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/6087653571946866803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/unbelievably-oblivious.html' title='Unbelievably oblivious.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SO_Jz__DlOI/AAAAAAAAACY/0kBycrjcI5w/s72-c/IMG_1801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-6853396353953938644</id><published>2008-10-07T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:46:57.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unattainable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOwsY4vo4AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UWkg8IEPRbg/s1600-h/IMG_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOwsY4vo4AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UWkg8IEPRbg/s320/IMG_1866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254623671295205378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sitting with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Listening to birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-6853396353953938644?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/6853396353953938644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=6853396353953938644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/6853396353953938644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/6853396353953938644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/unattainable.html' title='Unattainable.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOwsY4vo4AI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UWkg8IEPRbg/s72-c/IMG_1866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-93432628662775530</id><published>2008-10-06T18:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:56:19.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pretending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOqXZrV9vbI/AAAAAAAAABw/TGKK742lJ8w/s1600-h/IMG_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOqXZrV9vbI/AAAAAAAAABw/TGKK742lJ8w/s320/IMG_1844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254178382668479922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;the grass is not always greener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm allergic to grass anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-93432628662775530?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/93432628662775530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=93432628662775530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/93432628662775530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/93432628662775530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/pretending.html' title='pretending.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOqXZrV9vbI/AAAAAAAAABw/TGKK742lJ8w/s72-c/IMG_1844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-406337742523685294</id><published>2008-10-05T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:10:47.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lacking sense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOmOkHJCT8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_vsYUbAFMwA/s1600-h/IMG_1759new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOmOkHJCT8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_vsYUbAFMwA/s320/IMG_1759new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253887191347777474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOmOkf9QvRI/AAAAAAAAABY/0mALzYjZaeg/s1600-h/IMG_1762new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOmOkf9QvRI/AAAAAAAAABY/0mALzYjZaeg/s320/IMG_1762new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253887198009277714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOmOkb3u2sI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZTlisNPJBWY/s1600-h/IMG_1782new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOmOkb3u2sI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZTlisNPJBWY/s320/IMG_1782new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253887196912343746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOmOkpE6VgI/AAAAAAAAABo/w_KClUV0beY/s1600-h/IMG_1767new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOmOkpE6VgI/AAAAAAAAABo/w_KClUV0beY/s320/IMG_1767new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253887200457283074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar has never given me the supposed 'rush' that it's known for. I usually eat it to remain sane and half-alive. This can't be healthy, but there's worse I could be getting myself into. I wonder what I'll have to strive for in order to get the feeling that I'm searching out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can barely understand what it is that I'm being guided toward anymore. I don't know the sound of my own voice. The harsh breathing and soft coughing is enough to make anyone feel like an alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O' What a Nightmare!&lt;/span&gt; Knowing what is most likely best for you but being unable to achieve it because of the overwhelming empathy for others. Just need to remind myself that I come first and others have to take backseat sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-406337742523685294?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/406337742523685294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=406337742523685294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/406337742523685294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/406337742523685294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/lacking-sense.html' title='Lacking sense.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOmOkHJCT8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_vsYUbAFMwA/s72-c/IMG_1759new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-3153793206733667863</id><published>2008-10-03T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:40:33.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reworking the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOWthSQ_9bI/AAAAAAAAABA/LdwTPmhrueA/s1600-h/IMG_1747new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOWthSQ_9bI/AAAAAAAAABA/LdwTPmhrueA/s320/IMG_1747new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252795327747978674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOWthRPkmaI/AAAAAAAAABI/yOUGyaStY1U/s1600-h/IMG_1751new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOWthRPkmaI/AAAAAAAAABI/yOUGyaStY1U/s320/IMG_1751new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252795327473555874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of Monday trying to find a new stylus for my Dad's 1980's turntable. Finally, I just ended up buying a new cartridge which will last me quite a long time..and this way I can actually find the needles that I'll need to purchase.&lt;br /&gt;There was something about that first beautiful crackle that came through my speakers. It took me back to my childhood when I would play around with records and make my Dad teach me how to play them. Such a raw, beautiful way to listen to the music I love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-3153793206733667863?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/3153793206733667863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=3153793206733667863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/3153793206733667863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/3153793206733667863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/reworking-past.html' title='Reworking the past.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOWthSQ_9bI/AAAAAAAAABA/LdwTPmhrueA/s72-c/IMG_1747new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9064720930706278799.post-8260896508726768175</id><published>2008-10-01T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:11:26.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOQotOZNNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePKNGmrMGys/s1600-h/IMG_1701new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOQotOZNNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePKNGmrMGys/s320/IMG_1701new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252367822843885026" border="8" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOQotGr32pI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ysfiYxp3RKI/s1600-h/IMG_1739new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOQotGr32pI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ysfiYxp3RKI/s320/IMG_1739new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252367820774693522" border="8" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOQotanfSQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e9yIDQ31tWY/s1600-h/IMG_1735new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOQotanfSQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e9yIDQ31tWY/s320/IMG_1735new.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252367826125015298" border="8" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never sure how to begin when the start has passed by me already.  New home, new people, and a job that has me running 24/7. The world is a familiar shade of red and orange that I had almost left behind me. The thrill of new situations is amazing despite that occasional sick feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to trying to keep track of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9064720930706278799-8260896508726768175?l=takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/feeds/8260896508726768175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9064720930706278799&amp;postID=8260896508726768175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8260896508726768175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9064720930706278799/posts/default/8260896508726768175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeiteasy--lovenothing.blogspot.com/2008/10/continuous.html' title='Continuous.'/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00129027780712103958</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SQAXXObGdSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pECW7qrsOjM/S220/2965659019_fb32e5fae9_b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hCaEV0atgR4/SOQotOZNNeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ePKNGmrMGys/s72-c/IMG_1701new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
