Day 48: The Gym
Busy day, crappy photo. [Project 365]
“I like the sun and all, but I want to be able to control it.” That sentence came out of my mouth yesterday, so I bought and hung curtains for the first time in my life — no, really — and am looking so completely forward to deciding whether or not I want to wake up with sunshine punching me in the face tomorrow morning. So far, the cats and I have an understanding that…
Really? This again? I said it in 2006 and I’ll say it again: Mandatory pop-culture training for police and security squads. AND REPORTERS.
Sometimes you’re at Target buying shit you don’t need and you decide you’d like to have a bacon cheeseburger, which you also don’t need. God bless America. [Project 365]
My friends love me and want me to get diabetes and cirrhosis of the liver, which is why they bring me cupcakes* to work and meet me in parking lots to give me cake and then pour me wine and rum later at their houses. The blessings, I just keep counting them over and over and wondering where all the spare change keeps coming from. Much love right back atchall. Love and photos. *Fancycwabs was…
they can give me pills or let me drink my fill the heart wants to explode far away where nobody knows — Cat Power, “Hate” [Project 365]
Store clerk, in broken English: So, you planning big Valentine? With your boyfriend? Me, in dumb English: Ahhh. Ha. No, not this year. Store clerk: Ohhhh, because of the … recession?
Ah, Sarah Haskins is always on point. (Click here if the embed code is being wonky.) Happy Day-Before-Valentine’s Day, y’all.
So, as I have done five hundred thousandy billion times before, I went into the salon today thinking I might do something drastic (which I’ve been contemplating for months), and I emerged with a three-inch trim and long layers. HEAVE YOUR SIGHS OF DISAPPOINTMENT IF YOU MUST. But I like it and it weighs about fifty pounds less than it did this morning. [Project 365]
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