first things first
two nights ago neil and i were waiting at a bus stop and joked about a matching couple wearing striped shirts. and how we had one up on them always because we had matching ears. and then we laughed at matching couples in general.
then we walked by the disney store and danced like we were in disney movies/tv shows/musicals to the music they had blasting.
the two of us jumpkicking and spirit fingering, in union square, isn't exactly blending in with the tourists.
i made vegan pumpkin cupcakes for muffins, and fall in general.
and muffins gave me the best thank you for them ever!
i made these:
AND THESE!
they are buffalo teeth. bitchin, no?!
eric called me a few days ago. but i was alseep. i called him back after work, and his phone was already off again. i wonder if he would have mentioned getting married.
i found out a guy i was friends with my senior year of high school (he had already graduated), who was really close to my best friend chloe, died of a heroin overdose on sunday. no good. so i talked to her for awhile tonight.
ryan, you were in my dream last night. i was flipping through one of my mom's tennis magazines and there was an article on you. and how your emotions fueled your tennis game. weird, no?
i got the go ahead to find a job in the city.
my roommate is moving out in december.
time to either get on track, or be homeless. both have their appeal.
then we walked by the disney store and danced like we were in disney movies/tv shows/musicals to the music they had blasting.
the two of us jumpkicking and spirit fingering, in union square, isn't exactly blending in with the tourists.
i made vegan pumpkin cupcakes for muffins, and fall in general.
and muffins gave me the best thank you for them ever!
i made these:
AND THESE!
they are buffalo teeth. bitchin, no?!
eric called me a few days ago. but i was alseep. i called him back after work, and his phone was already off again. i wonder if he would have mentioned getting married.
i found out a guy i was friends with my senior year of high school (he had already graduated), who was really close to my best friend chloe, died of a heroin overdose on sunday. no good. so i talked to her for awhile tonight.
ryan, you were in my dream last night. i was flipping through one of my mom's tennis magazines and there was an article on you. and how your emotions fueled your tennis game. weird, no?
i got the go ahead to find a job in the city.
my roommate is moving out in december.
time to either get on track, or be homeless. both have their appeal.