"Sometimes I think I just want to be a potter - play harp and make ceramics somewhere up in the mountains.
Just relax - make some pots, smoke some pot, make music, bake cupcakes, y'know?"
"That sounds lovely - can I come live with you after I retire?"
i love my mom and her laugh

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i am turning into the phantom of the ceramics lab ( Read more... )

1: "oh i can't find my pocket-knife..."
2: "why do you need it? are you going to shank someone? get all "that's mine bitch" up in their face?"
1: "..."
both: *uproarious laughter*

i miss garage sale-ing with my mom

yes

!!!

Spring break came and went
( Camping et cetera )

pardon the way that I stare

My Mother just called me by our dog's name. That's a first.

Contrary to common sense, sweet potato-pumpkin-banana-applesauce-orange-rind-pecan-spelt cookies actually taste okay. Maybe all the conflicting flavors cancel each other out somehow ( Read more... )

The library now has a new online system. It's all fancy and organized. As usual, you can renew your books online, search for things, and so forth. But now, your account displays much more thorough information. I find it funny how it changes your "status" to DELINQUENT when you have books overdue. On the other hand, I think it's a little sad that I ( Read more... )

I am so exceptionally happy right now. So this is what direction does for you ( Read more... )

I like early flights. Waking up before or with the sun is much more invigorating when you have an exciting purpose. It takes me back to Schlitterbahn days of yesteryear. The cool morning air spiked with the inebriating perfume of chlorine and sunscreen. Oh chemicals. That smell lingers so long in clothing.
( gulliver's travels )