"Fifthly" is a fantastic word.
I had a tiny chip in my windshield, which my parents warned me would crack and cause all kinds of mayhem, so I called AAA out to patch it. The glass dude was quite the character, a hard-core Bostonian with an accent that could probably cut glass all on its own.
"Girl, you're killin' me, you can hardly even SEE that chip! You brought me all the way out here for this? You better have a couple of cold ones for me."
And after seeing my braids: "Girl, that is some hair. Boy, am I going to have something to talk about on Thirsty Thursday. I'll make it a really good story, too: 'Yeah man, she was in a bikini and she had hair down to her knees!'"
...Well, I got the chip fixed.
My shockingly talented friend Elizabeth (Kiki) entered her notebook in The Sketchbook Project, and you should check it out.
I know what I'm doing at the pool this summer.
Bedtime paradox.
So evidently it's now a thing to put text from A Softer World with pictures from various tv shows, because I've been running into them everywhere. Now Doctor Who is getting in on the game.
Steampunk smartphone.
This kind of sounds like a scifi recipe for disaster, but see-through planes?? HECK YES.
We expected nothing less, Sean Bean.
Bark! Bark! Bar--oh, I didn't see you there. Uh, meow.
Inside the ghost ships.
"Winter Winds" by Mumford and Sons.
Stream the new Bon Iver album.
Supakitch and Koralie art. Perfectly incredible.
I just finished Veiled Rose by my friend Anne Elisabeth Stengl,
the second novel in her Tales from Goldstone Wood series. You should definitely check it out if you're into YA fantasy!
Now I'm working on The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio. I have an ancient, musty, humongous copy that I picked up for 10 cents somewhere and which has an inscription dated 1937 inside the cover. It's...interesting. I was reading it at work, and someone smiled and said knowingly, "Ahh, you like to read the Good Book on your lunch?" I informed them that it was very definitely NOT the Bible, but rather was a medieval Italian work from 1350 in which Florence is succumbing to an epidemic of the Black Plague. People don't ask me what I'm reading at work anymore.
"Girl, you're killin' me, you can hardly even SEE that chip! You brought me all the way out here for this? You better have a couple of cold ones for me."
And after seeing my braids: "Girl, that is some hair. Boy, am I going to have something to talk about on Thirsty Thursday. I'll make it a really good story, too: 'Yeah man, she was in a bikini and she had hair down to her knees!'"
...Well, I got the chip fixed.
My shockingly talented friend Elizabeth (Kiki) entered her notebook in The Sketchbook Project, and you should check it out.
I know what I'm doing at the pool this summer.
Bedtime paradox.
So evidently it's now a thing to put text from A Softer World with pictures from various tv shows, because I've been running into them everywhere. Now Doctor Who is getting in on the game.
Steampunk smartphone.
This kind of sounds like a scifi recipe for disaster, but see-through planes?? HECK YES.
We expected nothing less, Sean Bean.
Bark! Bark! Bar--oh, I didn't see you there. Uh, meow.
Inside the ghost ships.
"Winter Winds" by Mumford and Sons.
Stream the new Bon Iver album.
Supakitch and Koralie art. Perfectly incredible.
I just finished Veiled Rose by my friend Anne Elisabeth Stengl,
the second novel in her Tales from Goldstone Wood series. You should definitely check it out if you're into YA fantasy!
Now I'm working on The Decameron by Giovanni Boccaccio. I have an ancient, musty, humongous copy that I picked up for 10 cents somewhere and which has an inscription dated 1937 inside the cover. It's...interesting. I was reading it at work, and someone smiled and said knowingly, "Ahh, you like to read the Good Book on your lunch?" I informed them that it was very definitely NOT the Bible, but rather was a medieval Italian work from 1350 in which Florence is succumbing to an epidemic of the Black Plague. People don't ask me what I'm reading at work anymore.