[ it's so easy to forget that i'm lost. ]
I’m exhausted & “emotionally interesting” as ever, it would seem, but the past three days have been overwhelmingly giddy & full of everything I’ve been lacking, lately. & so, unsurprisingly, I’ve come to inflict the past month (but mostly just the past night) in photos.
My brother is a very silly kid, & I get to missing him so hard. On New Year’s Eve, he decided that we should buy tacky plastic hats & facepaint & take lots of pictures. I, of course, was game - especially as it meant mortifying my mother.
On my last night in Erie, my father made me cry at the dinner table & I was mostly miserable. Until my brother started digging up clothing we haven’t worn in the past decade & being the most adorable thing imaginable.
Here is a hamster that I call Cleo. She is tireless & so fucking soft I can’t stand it, & Delilah played “Come Away With Me” just for us, I swear. I wish, I wish I could brought her home.
This shirt is ancient, but kind of amazing. Check it.
Jason was here for three days, during which time we took zero pictures (excepting the few he deleted after much scowling on my part). Luckily, we’ve got Paparazzi Action Sarah around, eh?
Kenny = most adorable person ever.
Particularly because he spends dinnertime carving detailed penises out of bananas, just to give the cafeteria clean-up people something to smile about.
My friends are crazy, beautiful people who say “yes” to all the best moments & cure broken hearts & migraines without effort.
I call this one ‘Sarah’s Absence’.
These poses are pretty standard.
Look very closely in the background, & you will see Greensleeves. He called me “Jen Jen”, insisted that he’s “seen [me] around. . . all around.” & to add insult, because only intoxicated, inept people ever seem to hit on me, he added, “You have a nice. . . body.”
Two of my favorite boys ever ever ever.
So, yes: this is my life. But don’t be fooled, oh no - 2006 is already drastically different, overwhelmingly unexpected & not at all easy. But I’ve already decided it’s bound to be my best over, so ain’t nothin’ gonna stop that from happening. One month into it, I already feel transformed. This is perhaps the only way I know to begin.
[ EDIT: Upon review, I have realized that the formatting of this post is all kinds of screwed-up. However, I've also realized that I don't care enough to fix it, because I'd rather be singing in the shower than be bothered to revise this right now. Sorry 'bout that. ]
Current Mood:
ready, I think.