Randumb
Why does it feel colder here when it's 38° than it does when it's 7° up north? I think I've officially had enough winter this year.
I wore two completely different earrings to work yesterday, and no one told me. I didn't notice until I got home last night.
I haven't been listening to much music lately. Partly because I've been busy doing things like sleeping and rearranging my bedroom furniture, partly because I kept forgetting to get my car stereo's faceplate back from Fin's car, and partly experimental. I really am addicted. Two days without music and the songs that are stuck in my head get crazy. Four Seasons "December, 1963 (Oh What A Night)" yesterday, all day. It was horrible. This morning I woke up with Dream Theater "Pull Me Under" in my head. Haven't heard that in years. Weird. I finally tanked up with some Afghan Whigs this morning and I'm feeling much better now.
sistrmoon posted a link to an artist I find really intriguing. It takes some time to soak up all the detail in her work. Something about the juxtaposition of old and new in the simple chaos; a Sephora bag in a Victorian home full of upside children. It speaks to me.
I'm Starving.
I wore two completely different earrings to work yesterday, and no one told me. I didn't notice until I got home last night.
I haven't been listening to much music lately. Partly because I've been busy doing things like sleeping and rearranging my bedroom furniture, partly because I kept forgetting to get my car stereo's faceplate back from Fin's car, and partly experimental. I really am addicted. Two days without music and the songs that are stuck in my head get crazy. Four Seasons "December, 1963 (Oh What A Night)" yesterday, all day. It was horrible. This morning I woke up with Dream Theater "Pull Me Under" in my head. Haven't heard that in years. Weird. I finally tanked up with some Afghan Whigs this morning and I'm feeling much better now.
sistrmoon posted a link to an artist I find really intriguing. It takes some time to soak up all the detail in her work. Something about the juxtaposition of old and new in the simple chaos; a Sephora bag in a Victorian home full of upside children. It speaks to me.
I'm Starving.