what kind of scale compares the weight of two beauties?
updating is so much work.
that is, when you have enormously adorable pictures to post. which i do. enormously adorable. or pertinent. or adorable and pertinent if you're lucky.
it's weird how you can be so happy and so depressed at the same time. i guess that's true for everybody and there's nothing profound about me saying it. it just seems like everything is fabulous and at the same time so fucked up. take, for instance, the fact that i crashed my mom's car. on the eve of one of the better days of my entire existance. yep. totalled it, i think. sideswiped some middle aged guy with red hair. this, i realize, seems petty. and it is. i was just hoping for a grand example. i guess that wasn't one at all..
i have no luck with cars, though. for example: i had a mental breakdown the other day [the other week, actually], and i fucking smashed ben's car. i kicked the windshield and it smashed in. i didn't actually do it on purpose. but then i had to go through the business of explaining the whole thing to his mother, which was horrible, because she scares the shit out of me. and that's why i have no shit. anyway, this exactly six days after i backed into a pole and smashed my sideview, ten after my tail-light got whacked in with a bat, six months after i rear-ended a sweet lady on the way to church, and a year and three months after recieving a traffic violation ticket for making an illegal left-hand turn. depressing, really. automobiles: beware of the sophie.
yeah, public transportation for me from now on. speaking of which: last week ben and i took the max to the end of the fucking line! it was amazing. you know what we saw? lots of people riding the max. that and tons of sleazy motels. we're talking... sleaz-y. i mean, decrepit, burned out signs and all, along with shotty windows and big neon lights that said "color tvs! direct dial phones!" it was awesome. if i ever have a one night stand i'm going deep into north portland to stay at a sleazy motel to do it.
last week was camp. aside from it being extremely rowdy, i got a lot of reading done because i only had to work half time, and i met the love of my life. her camp name is butter, and i guess i've technically known her for four years. but i'm totally in love. it's cradle robbing, though: she's about to be a freshman next year... in high school. it's okay. she's deathly hot. and she has a SISTER. my age. i know. who could ask for more?
ian has been delightful and i miss him. i'll probably never ever ever get to see him again because i'm forbidden from ever using the car again for the rest of my young existance. this is a punishment i can live with. the only thing the car is good for is driving to battleground, anyway. last week was fun. ian did his hair like a stupid emo nerd and looked hot when he put on my glasses. then he would stick his finger down his throat to make his eyes water. awww. how tasteful. i bought lemon meringue pie at shari's and slept on the floor in his room.
now that we're on the topic of shari's excursions, i would like to share with you the photo of the sugar tower i made. i am a sweet-n-low god. my sweet-n-low collection just passed it's one hundred packet mark yesterday. i should have thrown a party but o'grady was on.
yesterday was pretty much one of the happiest days of my life. i got to go to seattle and hang out with ben and see gabe [anyone remember gabe? he hasn't changed at all. no. seriously. except now he works at tully's coffee]. i had never been to seattle before, and it was a-fucking-mazing. ben was great, too; he took me to the museum. i really appreciate a person who understands that the biggest chunk of cultural significance in any major city is not the shopping outlets but the art museum. i definitely got hideous blisters from walking around in high heels, though. gabe helped me pick out flip flops at the nordstrom rack, and showed us the library. jesus! you think the central library is something. but the one in seattle? holy shit. that place is simply seething with coolness. first of all, the windows were like such:
and there were some fucking awesome chairs that looked plastic but were in fact some weird kind of foam. i could live there. they had a coffee stand and everything, so i wouldn't starve. i got to meet gabe's girlfriend who was hotter than him, but good for him, i guess [although hey: i was pretty sure he was gay]. bought an old postcard at an underground antique shop, too. it was addressed to some "mrs." character, and the stamp indicated that it was written in 1910. the front said, "oh! you sponge" on it. comedy was so much easier in 1910. sponges were hilarious back then.
here's a picture of gabe. oh, and em: i love you, call me.
that is, when you have enormously adorable pictures to post. which i do. enormously adorable. or pertinent. or adorable and pertinent if you're lucky.
it's weird how you can be so happy and so depressed at the same time. i guess that's true for everybody and there's nothing profound about me saying it. it just seems like everything is fabulous and at the same time so fucked up. take, for instance, the fact that i crashed my mom's car. on the eve of one of the better days of my entire existance. yep. totalled it, i think. sideswiped some middle aged guy with red hair. this, i realize, seems petty. and it is. i was just hoping for a grand example. i guess that wasn't one at all..
i have no luck with cars, though. for example: i had a mental breakdown the other day [the other week, actually], and i fucking smashed ben's car. i kicked the windshield and it smashed in. i didn't actually do it on purpose. but then i had to go through the business of explaining the whole thing to his mother, which was horrible, because she scares the shit out of me. and that's why i have no shit. anyway, this exactly six days after i backed into a pole and smashed my sideview, ten after my tail-light got whacked in with a bat, six months after i rear-ended a sweet lady on the way to church, and a year and three months after recieving a traffic violation ticket for making an illegal left-hand turn. depressing, really. automobiles: beware of the sophie.
yeah, public transportation for me from now on. speaking of which: last week ben and i took the max to the end of the fucking line! it was amazing. you know what we saw? lots of people riding the max. that and tons of sleazy motels. we're talking... sleaz-y. i mean, decrepit, burned out signs and all, along with shotty windows and big neon lights that said "color tvs! direct dial phones!" it was awesome. if i ever have a one night stand i'm going deep into north portland to stay at a sleazy motel to do it.
last week was camp. aside from it being extremely rowdy, i got a lot of reading done because i only had to work half time, and i met the love of my life. her camp name is butter, and i guess i've technically known her for four years. but i'm totally in love. it's cradle robbing, though: she's about to be a freshman next year... in high school. it's okay. she's deathly hot. and she has a SISTER. my age. i know. who could ask for more?
ian has been delightful and i miss him. i'll probably never ever ever get to see him again because i'm forbidden from ever using the car again for the rest of my young existance. this is a punishment i can live with. the only thing the car is good for is driving to battleground, anyway. last week was fun. ian did his hair like a stupid emo nerd and looked hot when he put on my glasses. then he would stick his finger down his throat to make his eyes water. awww. how tasteful. i bought lemon meringue pie at shari's and slept on the floor in his room.
now that we're on the topic of shari's excursions, i would like to share with you the photo of the sugar tower i made. i am a sweet-n-low god. my sweet-n-low collection just passed it's one hundred packet mark yesterday. i should have thrown a party but o'grady was on.
yesterday was pretty much one of the happiest days of my life. i got to go to seattle and hang out with ben and see gabe [anyone remember gabe? he hasn't changed at all. no. seriously. except now he works at tully's coffee]. i had never been to seattle before, and it was a-fucking-mazing. ben was great, too; he took me to the museum. i really appreciate a person who understands that the biggest chunk of cultural significance in any major city is not the shopping outlets but the art museum. i definitely got hideous blisters from walking around in high heels, though. gabe helped me pick out flip flops at the nordstrom rack, and showed us the library. jesus! you think the central library is something. but the one in seattle? holy shit. that place is simply seething with coolness. first of all, the windows were like such:
and there were some fucking awesome chairs that looked plastic but were in fact some weird kind of foam. i could live there. they had a coffee stand and everything, so i wouldn't starve. i got to meet gabe's girlfriend who was hotter than him, but good for him, i guess [although hey: i was pretty sure he was gay]. bought an old postcard at an underground antique shop, too. it was addressed to some "mrs." character, and the stamp indicated that it was written in 1910. the front said, "oh! you sponge" on it. comedy was so much easier in 1910. sponges were hilarious back then.
here's a picture of gabe. oh, and em: i love you, call me.