Day 197: Going Down
That is in no way a commentary on my state of mind, but is only a description of the direction in which the elevator was headed when this photo was taken at midnight after another bust-ass day at work. [Project 365]
That is in no way a commentary on my state of mind, but is only a description of the direction in which the elevator was headed when this photo was taken at midnight after another bust-ass day at work. [Project 365]
This is merely foreshadowing for the Sunday paper. [Project 365]
I really don’t even have the energy right now to write about it all. [Project 365]
Monday evening, Stephanie and I got all itchy for a roadtrip so we headed east and slightly north and ended up on the sleepy streets of Brownsville, which, for all we could tell, had been emptied out by the zombie apocalypse. Oh, except for RJ’s Hibachi, a greasy spoon that gleefully abuses the “hibachi” part of its name by completely ignoring it. It was hoppin’. We had some time to kill before the sun sat…
I haven’t posted a video of me, groggy and unwashed in a tank top with a cat nearby, in oh let’s say THREE SECONDS so here we go! Thief from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. I only share this so everyone will be jealous of my inappropriate relationship with my cuddly widdle wuverbutt Jack.
Don’t dare click away until you see what happens at 1:57. HT: JT Scat Cat
Every damn photo I took Sunday night was blurry so I must point you in the direction of the professional photographs taken by one Brandon Dill, the Mid-South’s premier freelance photographer who manages to make people look pretty even while they are sweaty, drunken messes. [Project 365
A person can do worse than a Saturday afternoon spent swimming and lounging and eating turkey and goat cheese and heirloom tomato sandwiches with her friends. Much worse. [Project 365]
The house hunt has begun in earnest. It’s terrifying in the same way that a crush is: So much daydreaming, so much hope, so much learning to deal with rejection. Like most first-time buyers, I initially overestimated what I’d be able to afford and I’m having to rein it in and ground my dreams a bit. It stings a little but, hey, that’s just what you do when you bring one income to the table…
For all y’all Dane Cook haters: I miss being in Murfreesboro and watching this show while stuck to my couch.
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