With the Internet as my witness, I hereby state:

I will no longer be working at the bookstore on my 25th birthday. I have two months and two days, no real plan yet, but I am stagnant and I must impose a deadline.

Power to the people!

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one of my favorite songs ever:

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a hearty R.I.P. to the Godfather of Soul. spend your remaining Christmas or Boxing Day with a little James Brown. or maybe even put on some hot pants! UNHH!

tonight a man dressed as a giant piece of pizza referred to me as part of "team isuzu". it was also the first [and probably last] time i have seen a man dressed as Six from Blossom.

well, october first, we meet again. the sky is blue. the high will be 78. i'm making patented hass pancakes and then i'm going to wander around the lakes with a lovely. what could be better!

[mother nature, when you punish us later, today will be inked [INKED!] upon my brain.]

YARGH it be almost the end of international talk like a pirate day. may the rage of the ocean be with you.

happy bookiversary to me
happy bookiversary to me
one year at the bookstore
happy bookiversary to me

time is another thing that i can't believe in because it twists and swishes by too much.

today a man made the surf's up signal / sign language letter Y at me out the window of a car at the intersection of 27th and bryant. i smiled and laughed. another man yelled at me, "is this thing on!" out of a megaphone [not the electric kind, just the big, cone-shaped kind. he also asked me if i had a boyfriend, on behalf of his friend, oh dear.] ( Read more... )