The next time you run into my fist Thursday, January 29, 2009
I will be wearing this.
And I’m not referring to the fake acrylic nails, so I suggest you be careful.
If I were to send a postcard to PostSecret Wednesday, January 28, 2009
On a lighter note:
But on an even lighter note, let’s focus on you and the PostSecret card you’d send:
Random Finding Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I just did a quick photo shoot of pins I made here at work and came across this when browsing through my SD card. God, I love this picture and person.
don't fuck with Little Ones
Comforter Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I was in need of one last night and it came in the form of comfort food. I took myself out for an impromptu casual date. It came complete with
mac and cheese
and a warm chocolate chip cookie and a glass of 2% milk for dessert with journal writing in between.
It was just what I needed to feel relaxed upon coming home and enough for me to crash before 9 PM. But it wasn’t enough for me to stay asleep. Funny, the reason I woke up was because my comforter got pushed to the floor and I woke up cold. It’s not really funny though. This is the 2nd night in a row I’m suffering from insomnia and instead of getting a full night’s sleep I’m up marathon-watching episodes of SNL. But, hey, at least these episodes are funny. Very funny, actually. So funny that I’m sitting here in the dark having sporadic guffaw fits all by myself. And it occurred to me: maybe this is comfort. I didn’t laugh much yesterday. Granted it was Monday and I hate Mondays because Mondays, as you know, are the work of the devil. But yesterday was an especially trying day with a week prior to it that was equally challenging. Perhaps this private moment is a funny way of making up for that. If nothing else, this is me seeing there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Or is it just the light coming from dawn? Ha, espresso, you better be ready. I’m coming at you with a vengence today.
Wishlist: Scrabble (The Bling Bling Edition) Tuesday, January 27, 2009
6-letter word for what you are about to see: $exxxy
Do you hear that? That’s the cha-ching sound made when purchasing this at Zontik.
