you can't make me

yesterday was my daughter's first birthday. we took her back to the town where we lived when she was born. there's this place there, in Eureka, that has a ton of awesome graffiti. it's behind the mall. there are abandoned railroad tracks and a large, decomposing cement structure covered with graffiti.


i was wearing my moccasin/slippers, which are actual suede but synthetic sheepskin lined. i got them a little bit wet but they weren't quite worn in enough for that yet. now they will probably get all gross and stinky. maybe if i just dry them out really well by the woodstove, they will be okay. oh yeah, and after that, we went walking on the beach in the sand and i got sand in my shoes.


as far as all the drama that has been going on in the comments of recent posts, i am sorry for the trouble i've caused. because i have been away from the internet for the past 24 hours, i wasn't present for the intensity of what went on. now, for me, i don't have really the desire or energy at this point to rehash it. i will say that um.... i have thought a lot about it all.

**oh yeah, and some of those comments were from another carrie. just wanted to make that clear.