I was doing my laundry...and i needed a bra. but the one i had was hanging to dry. I put it on wet. and you know what. i didnt care. i kinda liked it.

While this was going in on i was listening to regina. she is swell and she sure does know how it works:

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

If i were to be a room...

today i was in a dressing room hopelessly trying to find a pair of shorts somewhere in-between yucky and shorty-short disgusting (a daunting task) and i heard a saddening sound. the sound of a heart breaking, the sound of short tearful breaths, the sound of a cry. At that moment i thought that if i were to be a room, i would never be a dressing room. So much tragic disappointment, so much crushing of hopes and ideals, so much self destruction and image erosion takes place in dressing rooms. Why do we do this to ourselves? Yes there is sporadic satisfaction here and there that only keeps the fire of hope in our hearts that we keep going into dressing rooms, trying one thing on after another, trying desperately to boost our beauty and confidence with an item of clothing. I admit fully to participating in this futile charade. I cannot wait until the women of the earth graduate from this vile black hole of Satan's ever present depleting, negative, destructive messages until we are finally free to embrace ourselves and each others images and souls for what and how they are no matter what. And we will do it gladly and wholeheartedly.

true story

attention: attention seeking-scandalously clad-lowly standard-skanks.

You might want to consider the fact that your home-cut mini-skirt and shorts are too short when half of the fabric of your pockets is protruding past the hem of this disgusting garment. You might as well just cut the pocket too because i doubt that you will utilize the use of this commodity. Furthermore, how on earth do you perform simple daily functions such as sitting, walking, and oh gee i dont know, breathing in this attire?

Thank you,

Kelsea Park

a friend recently returned from a mission. so much can occur in a year and a half span and yet it seemed that so little time had passed. Something was there that had lay dormant for a short time and re-awakened as lives were once again united. all those trivial events that had occurred in her absence seemed to fade as they were replaced with matters of true importance. Relationships are an interesting phenomena, almost like living organisms that need to be fed and nourished but seeing their potential for endurance gave me hope for some of my more valuable relationships that have been put on hold for a time.

i have a problem. I disappear. After a time, i tend to blend into those around me. My substance, my soul, my personality slowly seeps into the background leaving this hollow form of matter. I hate when i disappear. I know its happening, and i don't know how to stop it. I can have such a vibrant personality and be so involved and vivacious when i am in appearance.. however i lose myself as i dissolve in disappearance.

general conference. there's nothing like it.