Nude Year.
If I kept keel of this thing, you would know several (thousand) things.
Things like ; Such as:
Christmas being awesome for the first time in any of my ages. Almost like the holidays are evolving a conspiratous club to turn me around to enjoying them. Christmas cult. It could also have something to do with the fact that sharing your wintry merriment with a three year old is immensely gratifying, especially when she shares toddler wisdom with you, like about how Europe is a continent. Merry Christmas! Seriously, is was a toasty cheery blessing of a day, made even more fulfilling when preceded by a fabu christmas eve spent amongst friends and dogs and food and christmas plant.
And Ted Kort.
And Grizzly Bear skins.
And EEE-VAAA.
And 2 Buddies & a Gryph, A Buffy, & a Luke.
Phewwww-zaa
And today is the new year and that has some rad significance too. 'Spesh when today I got a brand sparkling new bikey (shcwinn, cruiser, jaguar) for Christmas from the padre-pops, some sparklingly rad shoes begoldfishened quite nicely, and my adjectives are beloved. Rad. Sparkling. Begoldfishened.
And I got some sexy new year's smooches.
and some sexy new year's cupcakes.
and some sexy new year's pot roast.
And, though Magpie is gone and much missed as of Christmas (I swear she waited), there is also the terribly exciting fact that we have a new baby rat and he is spectacular AND sparkling AND rad and his name is Frank Quitely. And he looks like Despareaux. And he takes naps with me. And I love him beyond all rat reasoning. And Gryph does not.
And come Monday I'll be navigating a new job with more of my flavor of progress, involving less contact with people and more solitude. And money. Also important. Must build a fund for moving. Must build a heaven on earth with christmas lights and comic books and a place to put my bikey where it won't be possibly bike-napped.
And Milk was amazing. And made my heart think and expand and I felt I had been a little Grinch-y before seeing a message in the mirror of a whistle.
And my lately has been wonderfully full of Georgia and Coleens, Parties and bonfires and beer and S'mores and the Disney channel. Lucky me.
And Lauren came to visit me and my fantastically besequined christmas shoes.
And my ears are loving and rubbing my thoughts all around in Of Montreal and Kanye West all the time, and they're warming to The Walkmen fairly well too. Nice.
I really have no stamina for the software installation of my life, but I do try.
It's really just so much simpler to go BABY RAT!:
Happy nude year <3
Things like ; Such as:
Christmas being awesome for the first time in any of my ages. Almost like the holidays are evolving a conspiratous club to turn me around to enjoying them. Christmas cult. It could also have something to do with the fact that sharing your wintry merriment with a three year old is immensely gratifying, especially when she shares toddler wisdom with you, like about how Europe is a continent. Merry Christmas! Seriously, is was a toasty cheery blessing of a day, made even more fulfilling when preceded by a fabu christmas eve spent amongst friends and dogs and food and christmas plant.
And Ted Kort.
And Grizzly Bear skins.
And EEE-VAAA.
And 2 Buddies & a Gryph, A Buffy, & a Luke.
Phewwww-zaa
And today is the new year and that has some rad significance too. 'Spesh when today I got a brand sparkling new bikey (shcwinn, cruiser, jaguar) for Christmas from the padre-pops, some sparklingly rad shoes begoldfishened quite nicely, and my adjectives are beloved. Rad. Sparkling. Begoldfishened.
And I got some sexy new year's smooches.
and some sexy new year's cupcakes.
and some sexy new year's pot roast.
And, though Magpie is gone and much missed as of Christmas (I swear she waited), there is also the terribly exciting fact that we have a new baby rat and he is spectacular AND sparkling AND rad and his name is Frank Quitely. And he looks like Despareaux. And he takes naps with me. And I love him beyond all rat reasoning. And Gryph does not.
And come Monday I'll be navigating a new job with more of my flavor of progress, involving less contact with people and more solitude. And money. Also important. Must build a fund for moving. Must build a heaven on earth with christmas lights and comic books and a place to put my bikey where it won't be possibly bike-napped.
And Milk was amazing. And made my heart think and expand and I felt I had been a little Grinch-y before seeing a message in the mirror of a whistle.
And my lately has been wonderfully full of Georgia and Coleens, Parties and bonfires and beer and S'mores and the Disney channel. Lucky me.
And Lauren came to visit me and my fantastically besequined christmas shoes.
And my ears are loving and rubbing my thoughts all around in Of Montreal and Kanye West all the time, and they're warming to The Walkmen fairly well too. Nice.
I really have no stamina for the software installation of my life, but I do try.
It's really just so much simpler to go BABY RAT!:
Happy nude year <3