i love this show!

KAth and KIm
thursdays at 8:30....i usually never have time to watch tv, but i love selma blair-and it turns out the show is hysterical!!!!! its kind of making a mockery out of all the material self absorbed people in this world.

some words if you care to read them..

the other day i had my first individual counseling session with a client where i almost shed a small tear. one of my greatest fears upon embarking into the world of counseling was that i would become emotional when hearing a client's story. So far things have been peaceful considering the depth of information that i hear on a daily basis, sometimes i get worried i'll have nightmares really. ive managed to compose myself quite nicely until friday when i saw one of my favorite clients. i met her in the group that i lead, which is a women's group and then she was going through some tough times and requested individual counseling sessions. this woman is one of the most compassionate individuals i have ever worked with-it amazes me everytime i am in a room with her how she has maintained such compassion and postitivity through all of the shit that she's been through. i am reminded through this line of work that humans are so completely resiliant. i find it more difficult to sit and wallow in my own sadness when i hear stories from people's lives that would break even the strongest soul. anyway, i was in the middle of my session on friday and my client looks at me and says,
"erin, i had the strangest dream last night....i dreamt that i walked into your office and you were wearing this long green dress down to your ankles with a white t-shirt underneath, and you were wearing sandals with your toes painted bright red...when i walked into your office, you were crying and i asked you what was wrong, you told me that you were leaving and i immediately started crying too."
now, even though i thought the outfit that she described me wearing in her state of subconscious was really cute sounding, i still found it hard to contain myself from breaking down. as my internship comes to a close, slowly but surely and i will soon have a masters degree to frame and hang on my wall in may, i am reminded that i am leaving all of these people who i have gotten to trust me with their deepest darkest secrets over the course of a year. as may approaches i am going to have to face the inevitible termination phase of counseling with all of my wonderful clients. we talk about termination in my classes a lot. it can be very difficult for clients becuase it can be natural for them to sometimes have feelings of abandonment along with the process of termination. i do not want anyone to feel that way, because it's a very scary feeling.i am hoping....hoping, hoping that there will be a position available in may for me to be able to continue working with these clients who i have gotten to know and truly admire.....we'll see, and wish me luck if you took the time to read this. peace.

sometimes i cry myself to sleep.

clothing.

hey

so, im going to start to try this new "what i wore" thing on here. its fun for me (when i have the time)....i went to my friend's birthday party then to see "Coraline" in 3D, which was pretty amazing. check out the outfit, what would you change???

turtleneck-F21, seethrough camisole (marshalls), sweater-vintage, jeans-von dutch (from ebay, and i love them, they are super long and have zippers on the sides), socks-tjmaxx, necklace-GAP, sandals-vintage from the 70s.

just..

spent a few boring hours at work spying on this fabulous fashion blog....some of the pictures look very familiar, dont know if its from facehunter or elsewhere. there are some photos tho, below of mick jagger's kids (ithink).
below, sooooooo beautiful.man oh man


anyway...FEAST YOUR OWN EYES (there is a version in french & in english)

people say i resemble her....

you dont even understand how obsessed i am, even more so since looking up all these glorious pics of her. First, she is the daughter of Serge and Jane birkin.....how cool can you be? and...she's french. ive been thinking a lot of moving to Paris these days. I went once.....when i was far too young to appreciate it. i remember thinking everyone was beautiful and dirty, and i got yelled at at the Louvre for taking a picture of the mona lisa. ha ha.



































golden the pony boy.

my favorite horse.