December 28, 2005

today

Whilst I was wrapping a very rude woman's butter dish in layaway today, I heard faintly in the background of the store a song being played. The lyrical content of this song struck me.


"There are no mistakes in love"

This is nonsense.

December 26, 2005

They shut off the music

I've always wanted to be something far beyond beautiful... to shed this dimmed, tarnished, carnal skin and truly reflect the beauty of the world around me and the God within me. What kind of processes must one go through to do that? I don't even want to look like me, to be honest. There's far to many wonderful things in this world to be trying to attract attention to myself.

Meanwhile.
I've been reading a lot lately. Daphne DuMaurier is by far the best female writer ever to live. She writes musically, softly, as though nothing should ever be taken as surprising. Everytime I read any of her stories, I think I know exactly what's going on-- but it always turns out that I am incredibly wrong. Incredible.

In the world of retail.
As many may know (and as all should know), it is the day after Christmas. Ah, loverly Boxing day. I never had a real appreciation (or depreciation) for it until I worked an 8 hour shift during one of the best sales in St. Peters, Missouri. That's right. HomeGoods had their annual "50% off the lowest ticket price of all holiday motif items". Granted, I don't work for HomeGoods... at least, they don't pay me. I definitely sold a lot of their merchandise today!

Well.
I should go. Peace to all.

December 25, 2005

Well, I WAS a Xanga girl

I, Jessica Rose Goodwin, am creating a TRUE blog. That's right. I want to be one of those weird, obscure, poetic types who learn the ways of cyber space just to create an audience who will follow religiously their works of literature, thier thoughts, and other peoples' thoughts (and works of literature) that they choose to share with the world (even though they are so obviously available to anyone who chooses to look for them.)

So, it will definitely take me a while. I'll still keep my Xanga Site. But From here on out, this will be my main focus.

I hope.

On Superhero Capes

There once was a girl who wore a superhero cape. It wasn't a fancy cape. A hodgepodge of florals and stripes, bold and tame. Fashi...