People watching, waiting for the train.

There this look in the eyes of a man carrying a bouquet of flowers - quiet hopefulness, perhaps?

I sat in my cube and almost cried. I think a sob or two may have come out, i am not sure ( Read more... )

"Your sister plays better hockey than you."

I am undecided if it's better than "My grandma hits harder than you."

Close call.

Yay for hockey with the fam.

What the hell is the matter with Nashville?

Pink. Camo. Sheets.

With. Matching. Ruffled. Curtains.

Is when there's a suitcase between us ( Read more... )

My head hurts.
It all started with a costume project...
No giggles as to me and the measuring tape. No, no.

By the way, Mouse who tells me she cannot cook makes righteous cookies.

On the train, booting up the laptop.
One of the train workers, I have no idea what they are called, stops at my shoulder.
The wallpaper is a photo from the trip to Reno.
He wanted to know if I took it, how I took it, how it got on my computer.
I was almost feeling cool there for a minute.

Ok, yeah.


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Why does having plane ick make me burp? Explain this to me.

In other news, yay hockey last night. Worth going even if I do feel like fuck.

I tend to think and sort things out when i walk.
I just walked for three days straight.

Big Red has way more clothes in it than i am going to need for 2 days.
I blame it on packing pjs.
My carryon is not packed.
I am not dressed.
This is going to be an interesting trip.