i have something to confess.

i like christmas. no, i mean i really like christmas. i put up a tree and burn clove candles and start humming "haul out the holly, doo doo doo doo..." willa eats the tree and drinks its water. yum. this year we're calling it yulemas; how very pagan.

i like buying the perfect presents. i like the bustle of busy ( Read more... )

( eulogy )

it finally clouded over today. lije and i had been talking about the oppressive, stagnant, endless heat. "it was hot today. it has been hot for as long as i can remember. it will be hot for as far as i can see ( Read more... )

do i know you?