i think i'm getting a tad lonely.

someone should send me mysterious anonymous letters.
but if you're actually a pedofilic creep, then, well, just don't.
alright?
they don't have to be love letters, just contain some remotely interesting facts or have some insight to the splendid world around us. that would be nice.
we can talk about the weather or favourite colours and hobbies at first if you are shy or aren't yet comfortable talking about any of your deepest desires and dreams or the things that your midn spews out and irregular intervals.
i would prefer if they would be actual letters, not emails, but if you must, i'll forgive.
even texts will be permitted if you bring up enough throught provoking content.
there may be some romantic tension, but we'll end up pushing those feelings to the side simply because noone is brave enough to act on it.
we'll spend eternity in that awkward inbetween friend and something more stage, but that's just fine because we take each other on great adventures not only mentally but also to crazy places hidden to the common public eye.
that will suit me just fine.

so, get started writing okay?

hannah.

what i do with free time..

i've been making hair accessories in my spare time. I absolutly despise just sitting around, thus provides the endless supply of accessories produced so far. If you wanna order one just e-mail me @ hannahehman@gmail.com. here's some pictures of a few of my favourites. I'll be posting more in the next couple weeks!
                                                             race car track

                                                                               tea set

                                                                                     glitter butterfly

                                                                          sweet treats

                                                                               disco ball

karma, where are you?

I believe in life, everyone should get what they deserve. Each action should recipricated with equal energy back, the amount you put in is the amount you get back. The more hate you put in the more hate you get back. but unfortunatley, i've come to realize that surely is not the case. it makes my skin crawl when i see people getting what they certainly don't deserve; it makes me incredibly sick. Is it jealousy on my part? No, quite honestly I can accept when someone has worked hard to get where they are, and if they've put in the effort, heck, give them their reward. But when people can waltz through life with their immoral, hate filled, egotistical lives effotlessly, I deeply desire some sort of ounce of karma to sneak up on them unexpectedly. Yes, i've heard the speech about how these party girls and slacker stoners will end up with lame office jobs, overweight and stuck in Timmins Ontario, but for the moment, it doesn't help.I know it's terribly to wish badly upon others, I know, but sometimes it feels so good. As good as it may feel though, it gets me nowhere. In fact, instead of moving forward in my own goals and focuses, I fall backward down the dark slippery slope of envy and obession with others lives. I guess I have to celebrate others victories, as hard as it may be, but all the while be planning and scheming  behind closed doors on how to move ahead of the pack. I have a strange problem accepting the fact that i won;t always be number one, or two or even 34th. There will always be people, whether it be just one or thousands, better, more talented, more stylish, more interesting, more attractive than myself. But that's what makes it fun though, right? The thought that while you may not be at the top now, there's always that slight possiblility, and along the way you can learn from those people at the top of the pack. Those are the people there for inspiration, to envy but with a certain admiration. Plus, they always says it's lonely at the top anyways.