Baby's first byline

My name, in print.

life in a box - taped and markered

Today was packing day. It took me the entire day- It's not completely finished, but I'll be moving tomorrow. It really made things feel final. I already knew things were going to change, now the inevitability is packed into neat little boxes closed with tape and labeled in black marker and sloppy letters. so dramatic. now so tired.
church tomorrow - red skirt.
Silly Erika...
weary Erika...
sleeping

In the beginning

Someone said to me today... "Don't ask anyone under thirty how to spell."
I was offended...then I had to google the word he was looking to spell.

I was going to write an introduction for this blog - who would I be introducing myself too?

Then why blog? That's depressing. Thanks Web 2.0, by bringing the world together, you have made it smaller. What do you suppose happens to the little people?

Chris told me he hates when people talk in second person...I don't remember the rest, but it's funny... something like "Can you give you a ride home since you live close to you." I always wreck jokes.