teethy.
I GOT A VEST! how weird! i love hm and gift cards althought the dead zone comment by devon is pretty correct (although i think my store might be better than yours).
someone said to me today at work (and i kid you not) awww. you look like a grown up.
you are wearing shoes and a scarf and your hair looks nice (washed- not said but implied. and true).
and i said- its my new years resolution. to look like a grown up.
SHOES? shoes! i wear them EVERY day just like infants and elders.
i used to feel fashionable and then somehow when i entered the professional world all of these random performance fleece (lavender) pullovers appear amongst running shoes in my closet. where did they come from? i wouldnt buy these things. i have no use for outdoor sporting gear. and yet i have been compelled to wear them with tattered jeans daily and get scolded by my boss for looking unprofessional when clients are in. i live in an ugly clothes narnia. i caught myself telling jason in the SAVERS (worcester) the other day- hey. if you see any small FLANNEL shirts. grab one for me.
also the long hair has to end. i keep catching photos of KIKI with an adorable blonde bob and bay bangs combo and feel obligated to copy her. (oh, kirsten dunst i hate you and admire you al the same. its the hillary duff complex, but without all that love. and teeth. god i love those teeth.).
i USED to be pretty cool. or i USED to be pretty good at convincing myself i was.
devon devon i would pretty much trade in several favorite things to see you again- even grabbing warm clothes out of the dryer and giving myself steaming facials by opening the dish washer immediately after it finishes its cycles. every two weeks when i LOG IN and see a multitude of mysterious (charming) friends only entries from you i get so so jazzed. and no one reads my journal except probably you sometimes.
and maybe pat brown? are you still interested in my life pat? because that would make it a satisfying two.
someone said to me today at work (and i kid you not) awww. you look like a grown up.
you are wearing shoes and a scarf and your hair looks nice (washed- not said but implied. and true).
and i said- its my new years resolution. to look like a grown up.
SHOES? shoes! i wear them EVERY day just like infants and elders.
i used to feel fashionable and then somehow when i entered the professional world all of these random performance fleece (lavender) pullovers appear amongst running shoes in my closet. where did they come from? i wouldnt buy these things. i have no use for outdoor sporting gear. and yet i have been compelled to wear them with tattered jeans daily and get scolded by my boss for looking unprofessional when clients are in. i live in an ugly clothes narnia. i caught myself telling jason in the SAVERS (worcester) the other day- hey. if you see any small FLANNEL shirts. grab one for me.
also the long hair has to end. i keep catching photos of KIKI with an adorable blonde bob and bay bangs combo and feel obligated to copy her. (oh, kirsten dunst i hate you and admire you al the same. its the hillary duff complex, but without all that love. and teeth. god i love those teeth.).
i USED to be pretty cool. or i USED to be pretty good at convincing myself i was.
devon devon i would pretty much trade in several favorite things to see you again- even grabbing warm clothes out of the dryer and giving myself steaming facials by opening the dish washer immediately after it finishes its cycles. every two weeks when i LOG IN and see a multitude of mysterious (charming) friends only entries from you i get so so jazzed. and no one reads my journal except probably you sometimes.
and maybe pat brown? are you still interested in my life pat? because that would make it a satisfying two.