i am [ham] delighted by this day.

ernest
blanche
herman
agnes?

little known fact:
herman loves honey roasted peanut butter and chillin' in my ceiling. scratch that. loveD. 
little known fact:
my landlord, when intoxicated, is slightly hard to get rid of. and much worse at catching mice.
little known question:
WHAT THE HELL IS HAM DELIGHT?

ER made me cry a lot ( Read more... )

hey. i found this background on photosite, username:  ° d i °
i enjoy it.

the building that i work in, at the end of every summer, shuts off all the steam in the building. i work in an office directly above a heating plant, so the loss of said steam creates an outrageous change in temperature. i mean, i feel like i can almost see my breath... in august. it'll be this way for 3 days. i underestimated it yesterday, being ( Read more... )

p.s. i haven't seen a single spider (or any other bug or rodent) in my room yet.

something about this morning leaves me heavy in anticipation of seeing my family at the end of the month. maybe because it's cold, and quiet. it reminds me of those moments my grandma sits in the kitchen, way before anyone else wakes. i want to be sitting at my grandparents' table, covered in an old plastic tablecloth (they're easier to clean), ( Read more... )

everytime i think about how much of this summer has already passed, or how quickly it did so, i feel a little dizzy. it's not that i wanted 9 credits of classes to drag on, or full time work in a non-stimulating atmosphere to linger, but the speed at which time is passing is somewhat disorienting. in a mere matter of months my two best friends will ( Read more... )

remember when the boy i once referred to as "the boy i want to marry" is getting married? what can you do but laugh at your old self, at your silly expectations of the future...

everytime i hear martin sexton's 'love keep us together' i just want to dance all around. a certain part of the song comes on and i can't help but sing it at five times ( Read more... )

you'd think, after 20 years, i could have a different reaction to one of my ears beginning to loudly ring.

mystified, every time.

i am officially the world's worst detective.

in the process of my detecting, i walked needlessly around the building and very near a dead bird. it didn't have a head. nor do i, for detective work.

beautiful dancing infidel.