All I want

is to see my lover play live.

Why can't it happen?! Does anyone know? I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. He is the only man I will ever love eternally.

I should have gone to the Newport Folk Festival when I had the chance. It is my biggest REGRET. So, if anyone in this world would like to bring me to Colin, I would greatly appreciate it.

That is all.

Squirmation

Shall we take a gander at Saturday & Sunday's forecast?

Rain is superb, don't get me wrong. And how can I truly complain with the warm temperatures and sunshine as of late? I will concede that rain is ideal for crosswords and being in love and cuddling.
HOWEVER.

It is not nice for functioning as a normal human being.
The worms are coming, dear readers.

Let us pray.

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.