I'm not only on the verge of being awesome....I've gone over the edge.

I think i've done it. I added myself as a contributer to the blog- so now it might say at the bottom of each post who the author is. Either Davenport Dame...or......I'm not sure what it'll say for me. Let's try it.

let me know that you hear me, let that be enough.

A week and a half. Over that. I'm not even going to comment on my behavior- because I know it's understood that it's unacceptable. Sorry.

In other news, I'm home. All day. And loving it. Are you working late tonight? Would you like to attend a play with me? I think it starts at 7 or 7:30.....I'll go either way, but thought it'd be fun if you came along. My teacher said it has some vulgarity in it- so I must be careful about who I ask to go... and you're it.

There's a strange sort of bug crawling up my screen- I can't tell if he's trying to get in or out. Poor little bloke.

I think it's important that I write more. More poetry, maybe. And it's equally important that you're writing things down like, "homeless man on street in chicago: I see you, covergirl...." or something to that effect. Those moments are priceless. You hear me? Priceless.

I had such a strange dream last night....no, this morning/early afternoon. Small bits keep popping up in my mind, and I am becoming more and more disturbed with each flashback.

You know, my friends Scott and Carissa have some sort of way to tell who the post is written by at the beginning- I wonder if people are ever confused. Maybe no one even notices.....I know of maybe 2 or 3 people from my side that actually read this. I haven't told many about it, but I suppose there's a link on my blog. What do you tihnk? Do I need to fix that?

I'm going to start some laundry. I hope you have a great day with those little rug-rats. Give 'em a kick in the pants if they don't behave for you. Tell their parents I said it was ok.

-HL

Por que?

Were those song lyrics, or did those questions just come out of the blue? Was it you who told me your tooth was loose the other day? Whoever it was, that was weird. I think they were lying, but you never know. I hope I don't lose any.

Megan bought me an Etch-A-Sketch. They are so classic. I like how they didn't change the font or anything on it. The only thing that's different is the color. Mine is blue and sparkly. Just how I like it. Lalala. I etched a picture of a computer with the word VIRUS on the screen. I rather like it. Might take a picture of it. I bought some of those vegetables that steam in the bag. Corn on the cob, v.g. Yum! Well, best go to bed. Sorry for the rambling randomness.
~Dav. Dame

i hear in my mind all this music and it breaks my heart

hey there lady. i'm SORRY....it's been so stinkin' long....spring break, as you know, was amazing. marathon sprinting and all. it was nice to see you the other day. (as always)

suppose i'd never met you.

what if death feel in love with you and wanted to take you home?

what is your driving force?

how do you take your toast?

what if we kept losing teeth through adulthood....and growing new ones to fill the spaces?

Hide and seek.

Hey girl,
Sorry for my lack of posts. This is going to be kind of a busy week for me. What about you? Chicago, here we come!! It's soon, you know. Real soon. Thanks for the tip on the hamburger helper. I ate it all up. Pretty yummy.

I had a dream about your banana bread last night. Yum.

a look from the other side

Thanks so much for the view of my home. Your roommates seemed to be having a very nice afternoon.....good to see everyone. :)

I made some killer bread this morning- I should probably either give you the recipe or just make a loaf for you ladies. Yummo.

I'm suppposed to be doing homework now before I go into work, but I just don't see that happening.....I've been cleaning, baking, doing laundary....you know, all those domestic tasks that I love so much. I can't wait to be a wife/mom......just thinking about it makes my heart go pitter-patter....

I tried calling you. You didn't answer.

Yesterday I borrowed your driveway for a few minutes. Didn't want to park on the street. Thanks.

Here we all are!

Here is your apartment. It doesn't look too desecrated. That's a good thing.


This is David. He is Megan's boyfriend. He is confused as to why I am taking a picture.


Here is Larka. She is crafting.


Here is Megan. She just woke up.


Here is Meghan. She is crocheting a baby blanket.


This is me looking at your apartment in disbelief.

I love how you initiated this snow-day attempt at communication! I know it's going to be difficult, but we can make it through! We can get out of this pile of snow! I can dig my way over if I have to!

This is me lying in my bed enjoying the beauty of the day and the comfort of my warm flannel sheets.

i opened the fire door

I like that your name is DD.....like DD Giant boobs. Very nice.

As i stated earlier this morning in a phone call to you, don't even try to come out of your house. The snow drive is sky high. Here, I'll even show you.

Here is your house. Notice the snow drift by the door.



Here is me outside on the balcony.



Here is Amber doing homework today.



Here is sarah putting her pants on.



Here is Melissa getting ready to take a shower.




And this is me (not staged) sitting and enjoying my day. :)