You are so, so stupid.
I hope you know that.

I was at work today, and this little boy came through my line with his father. If I had to guess, I'd say he was maybe 4. They purchased a few bottles of Gatorade. "The red one is for me!" he exclaimed, and I told him red was my favorite, too. Another boy walked by with his mother; he was older, maybe 7 or 8 years old. He spotted a teenager with a mohawk standing behind Gatorade boy and proceeded to point and shout "WHOA! He's cool!" My little buddy's eyes lit up as he tugged on his dad's sleeve. "DAD! He said I was cool!" The dad asked what he was talking about, and he replied "A boy walked by! And he said I was cool! He really did! He said it! Wow!"

My heart broke. It was the cutest thing I have ever witnessed. I wish you could have heard his voice- he was just so overcome with awe and excitement.

For the record, Gatorade cutie was at least a million times cooler than Mohawk boy.
Just saying.

Snapshot Sundays

I bought this rose for Geene.

Another road trip with Max.

Oops.

"I can't believe you're making me do this..." - Nick

The "Ashley is very stupid" pose.

Max enjoying a carnation.

My new favorite scarf.

The 70th time I organized my closet this weekend.

Differentiation and Commonality

I have recently discovered the artwork of Elise Rasmussen. There is something very honest about her photos; they have the haunting ability to make me doubt everything that has ever happened.

My favorites are The Passing of Life and Night Series.

"We’ve got to learn to live with a full measure of uncertainty. There is no last word. That’s the silence under the chatter of our time."

Government

It is so strange how greatly the weather governs my emotions.

It was the most beautiful day today. People were scattered about campus; they emerged from their burrows at last, thrilled with the new warmth that enveloped our renaissance city. On the drive home, I cracked open my windows and sunlight dusted in like some sort of potion. I turned up my radio and smiled. "And if you want to buy me flowers..." he sang, and I was reminded of the carnation a girl had placed on my table just minutes before.

Happiness is a dangerous angel.

Snapshot Sundays

After asking Max if he wanted to go for a ride, he had a seizure.

We listened to quality 90's R&B...

and drove to our favorite city, Providence.

Max waited patiently in the car while I pretended to be a photographer.

People started giving me strange looks, so this was the only shot I took.

After our failed photoshoot, we headed back...

home.

Max did not appreciate our return...

similar to Geene's disapproval of this picture.

Today I tried not to think of you. I scanned your words for traces of history; I found myriad threads jumbled from their inception. She stood there with her eyebrow arched, stifling laughter. I am pathetic. As far as my existence is concerned, your emotions will never run strongly enough to spark vocabulary.


I feel fake to the point of repulsion.