Odalisque

Today was an eerily pleasant day.

I feel like my new exfoliant had some sort of placebo effect and tricked me into thinking all is well in the world. Admittedly, my skin does seem a bit softer. It was also exceptionally lovely outside, which I suspect had something to do with my inexplicable contentedness.

In other news, I totally left the house and went to class in an ugly hoodie and grandma scarf. It was comfortable and warm, and guess what? No one noticed/cared, and the world did not implode.

Lastly, I kind of want to see this. And by kind of, I mean I CAN'T WAIT and I'm forcing Jared to come see it with me.

Snapshot Sunday

Today was really, really boring.



I woke up at 11, and sang obnoxiously until noon. My favorite part is CJ's indifferent "byeeeeee." I have trained him well.


Then I attempted to eat this, but it was so nasty that I had to throw it away.


My mom went to the union meeting, and brought home this paper. I'll be getting a much needed $400 check soon. It's about time Stop & Shop does something decent.


Then I watched a makeup tutorial on the Red Queen. I am SO being her for Halloween.


I went to work at 2:30, where I snatched a seemingly orgasmic pen from the register behind me. I performed the scribble test, and it completely surpassed the high expectations I had imagined. I pocketed it immediately (only after expressing my love on receipt tape/photographing the entire display, of course).


This is Cristina giving the mention of the walking catpiss armpit's arrival a look of death.


And last, but not certainly not least, we have an after work salad/so-disgusting-it's-ungodly-delicious burrito combo.

I love you

Can you be straight so we can sit in shitty breakfast places and laugh hysterically at packets of cream that fall into my lap forever and ever? You are the only person who is fun and who understands. You have to marry me. Our children would be so fucked.

That is all.

4 in the morning

It becomes increasingly clear to me that Newport and The Decemberists belong together. But only when it is dark outside. It is an experience you are not likely to shake anytime soon.

We took CK out to pee, and you were looking for a worm to take back to your lizard. I ran away, escaping through an oddly formed gap in the fence. I walked past mini-mansions and it wasn't very cold and I felt like I was living in a different era. I paced that foreign street for the longest time; dim lights of the privileged spilling out from under doors as you shouted to come back please because you missed the way you had to lean in close to hear anything I ever said and besides, you couldn't find a worm anyway.

VG

I was organizing folders (which is what I do when I'm supposed to be writing papers), and I stumbled upon this. It is probably the best drawing of all time, even if we do hate each other very much now.

Snapshot Sunday (the longest edition of all time)

At approximately 9:41AM (19 minutes before my shift started), I was greeted by a dead battery.


This made me want to shoot myself.


Luckily, AAA is the best thing to ever exist. They showed up 10 minutes later, and I only got into work a half hour later than scheduled, which meant Jared and I could still go see Harry at the Boston Museum of Science.


This is Boston.


This is me making Jared point to the dinosaur. He appears to be in relatively high spirits; however, he would soon grow to resent my desire to photograph every single thing we encountered.


This is Jared standing in front of a shadow maker.


This is Jared's gorgeous shadow.


"Can we see Indians?" I innocently asked, to which Jared retorted "YOU IDIOTIC FUCK, THERE ARE ONLY INDIANS AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY." Lo and behold, dear readers: INDIANS.


Pretty artwork.


This is us getting married on the back of a turtle, only you can't see us. And there was no wedding. :(


This is the dinosaur up close.


This is Jared attempting to stick his head in the dinosaur's mouth, but giving up and yelling at me instead. It was around this time I pointed out a perfectly obedient boyfriend posing in front of a skeleton nearby, which resulted in an "I hate you so much."


I don't actually know what this is, but I took it for Dylan (Edna) because it reminded me of the town at Foxwoods we adore so much.


Little teeny baby chickens! They were so cute and fluffy.


Pretty nighttime light pollution.


Aaaaaaaaaaand Jared hating me/being miserable & tired on the ride home. I think he secretly enjoys my torturous ways.


Now, I present you with the most wonderful closing ceremony:

End scene

You dream of rolling hills
jade and emerald and
brimming with adjectives to
file away for a foggy morning,
and briefcases that click
into place
when you close them, and
of white shirts
with a singular button undone;
sleeves rolled up crisp,
like the paper cranes
that float from your ceiling.

And I wonder if,
in your quest to suppress
the things that once made you
leap across stages,
you remember the time
you stole my poetry.
But I mostly wonder
if you care at all
that I let you.