It's only Monday and I feel as if two days have passed since sunday. Really, the first part of the day and the second part are so utterly distinct it's unnerving.

Orli is back, and for that I am glad.

I'm eager for Friday to come. Not quite so eager for people to leave-- even though I am ready to be done with shows for the season. I need to ( Read more... )

request:

update, Kat, update! Where are you in the world? Also, it's your turn, yo.

One year and I don't know how it's happened.

Alison, I love you.

I think that it's just come to this.


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Despite my inherent behavior and rather dotty way of going about things, I'm not five. Nor am I inattentive ( Read more... )

I think that, perhaps, I shouldn't drink anymore. I am incapable of moderation and it leaves me melancholy. I feel hemingway-esque. lame ( Read more... )

The snow is crisp and cold and clean. I don't understand the aversion to it that so many people up here have. "It's too cold to be out in the snow." But, really, isn't that the point? I cannot stand to sit in the house and I enjoy long walks but I find I haven't anywhere to go and my neighborhood isn't the best. Still and all. I'd rather walk than ( Read more... )

The snow is amazing. I'll never get sick of staring at it even if it is a touch chill. And even that doesn't bother me. Chris says my blood is thickening up. Which sounds, well. It makes me think of Tyler and "My blood is too thick!" Which has nothing to do with anything save too much drinking and silliness ( Read more... )

I cannot believe that there is actually a television show that consists of people texting in this random, uncharismatic boy in an ambercrombie shirt. Does he pay people or do people pay him? I do wonder. How would one go about getting that job? I mean, really ( Read more... )

It's nice to finally have a clean desk. I wish my room were only as organized ( Read more... )