my dryer is tits up...thats emily for broken
its been weeks 
thing is..i have one downstairs thats freed up in a month....so i shall wait
in the mean time i go to this RAD LITTLE 70'S LOOKING
laundrymat
arden plays with the hood children and i drink sprites and read random articles on how to de-clutter smal spaces
its 2 blocks from my house next to this cute little tattoo parlor. when i am here...i feel so happy....i may never get a dryer back...this is just too fun
"DONT CALL ME EMILY, RIGHT NOW IM MISS STATIC ELECTRICITY"-

i want to have a water birth....it makes so much sense for me to have my baby in water. im a mermaid...thats all there is to it. found out today that the birthing center in salt lake is closed...so im opting for home birth. its all i can think about. birthing my little man in water.  

last week i had a dream that i was crossing the street
i was downtown by my house, and a homeless man wouldnt let me by
my little one was in my arms, and i had tears running down my cheeks.

when i finally got home i found dozens of homeless people on my porch. they had gotten out all my paintings on canvas and painted what they wanted over them.
my paintings
i shooed them away and began scrubbing the new paint off the canvas...in hopes to get back what was once there.
i never got it back.

birthing my baby in a place like this....in my head...its my special place
in hypnobabies they teach you to go to your special place when your in labor
some girls have a beach...or a cozy luxurious room...
im having my baby inside a flower