The morning sun rises weakly with my snail steady endorphines and spirits.
The slush of the snow is melting, fading away..
Slush. Sloosh. Slosh.
Sloshed every night for a fortnight, and damnit I feel fine..

Am I wrong?

I wrote 'love is a hoax' on all of the trains as the city lights streaked by twinkling like so many forgotten sped by galaxies ( Read more... )

Daily Page #3 Annie Dillard's “The Deer at Providencia ( Read more... )

So apparently I'm totally over trying to recover ever.
18.5 here we come.

textsfromlastnight.com is probably the best thing to happen on the internet.

The weather is fucking beautiful.
I came to work to cinnamon carmel nut rolls.
Today might not be so lame as I thought. I'm in an okay mood, and hey. Fuck it. I only have to be at work for a little bit.
Happy birthday to me. :)

http://omnomicon.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-make-rainbow-cake.html

I don't make public posts very often, but I'm going to now.
I would like to know who is deleting comments out of my journal? I never delete anyone's comments, so it has to be the poster.
Thoughts? Confessions? I'm not pissed or anything, but I would politely ask that comments not be deleted. If you're going to post them, please leave them there.

Nothing like a little jealousy to make my boyfriend remember(and act like) he's totally still crazy about me.
:D

I've been listening to too much Bright Eyes lately.

Something about fall makes me want to hole up and listen to lots of emo.

The emotions behind it aren't negative, but something tells me that this is weird..