Man, I used to be hilarious and gross. Oh wait, I still am.

(P.S. -- if you have called me or sent me an email in the last week or so and I haven't responded, please don't think less of me. I am working like a coal miner and getting ready to skip town, so... yeah. I do want to talk to you all very soon. Loves.)

I spent a bit of time last night "tagging" my last 60 or so entries, so, for example, you can now see all my song-related posts together. Someday, I guess, I'll go through the whole archive and it will be fun to be able to look at 4+ years of "sarah" tagged entries or whatever ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( Read more... )

( some pictures i look at when i'm sad )

( Read more... )

My spring and summer will be made of knitting legwarmers for the winter ahead, seeing Tilly & The Wall at least once even if I have to travel for it, baking cakes for everyone's birthday, Barton Springs, lots of watermelon/coconut sno-cones, fixing all my broken clothes, recording some dumb songs, finishing a comic, getting a story published... ( Read more... )

Swimming and coconut sno-cones and Johnny Cash themed bars and pool and darts and the Saved By The Bell Game and Sigur Ros and The Jerk and allergies and shitty breakfast tacos and preschool recordings and "coke's what we want" and sitting in a huge bin full of scarves and coffee and walking and walking and bussing and ( Read more... )