that tonight during class, I sneezed, then just about burst into tears because I thought my head was going to explode. fml. this illness needs to vacate this body, stat.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.– Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via contrive)
if you haven't shoveled your side walk yet...
I’m currently in a fight with you.
the other night.
in my sleep, I rolled over, grabbed the boyfriend’s junk, and asked him where the soup was. . . just thought I’d share.
dishes, wine, and godspell
yes, i know it’s 11:30 wednesday morning….. your point?
everything feels a little bit better after a phone...
more snow. :(
just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
this concept of wuv confuses and infuriates us.
resolutions shemzolutions. blah?
The only think I wanted to work at this year, was seeing change as an adventure, not something that’s horrible. Whoops. Failing at that lately. instead of being excited by change, it still just makes me sad. Gone’s my adventurous side. Bummer. Advice?
I'm so hooked on Grey's, it's nauseating.
Don't get me wrong.
I love winter. And snow’s pretty, real pretty. And I love cuddling weather. Really love it. But snow, if you’ve got a car (or have to walk damn near a mile to campus every day)… well snow can suck a dick for all i care. snow can sit on it. snow can fly a fucking kite. . I like it from a distance. That’s all.
Just want to snuggle and eat cookies for the next...
but the impending weather may complicate one of those desires, and I’m trying not to get my hopes up/disappointed. But wouldn’t you want to spend all day snuggling your girlfriend while the skies dump out snow? And I make a mean batch of homemade cookies…and have fixings for days.