while you're renovating the kitchen why can't you put in a real closet?
saw an apartment today that was thisclose to perfect - THIS CLOSE - except the closet in the front bedroom was less a closet and more a vaguely closet-shaped passageway to the other bedroom. like, there was a door in the back of it and there were a few hooks and a tiny tiny closet rod from front to back, rather than across the length (like, side to side). it wasn't a closet. but the place had SUCH A NICE KITCHEN. and there was a pantry! and a well kept china cabinet! and a front closet *gasp*! and basement storage and a really nice shared yard (and a VERY BARKY dog next door) (i think it was a beagle, with a less enthusiastically barky yorkie) and the owner was there and he was very nice and then there was this... closet. farwing apparently has a lot of clothes and needs a big closet, i guess like a brand-new-house-size closet, and i don't think we're going to get that for what we can afford. but we're still looking, so who knows. a big enough apartment with reasonable closets and a reasonable kitchen might be out there. theoretically.
my bang is very much not done and does not have a title but i'm thinking of a summary. so... almost one out of three? i have a week and a half. wish me luck.
dog wins relay in high school race - it apparently broke free of its people and beat the winning runner over the finish line.
did you know you can get a birthday cake at the mcdonald's drive-thru? (at least in the us.) apparently you can. and apparently sometimes the folks who work at mcd's get to eat it on their birthday.
the story of the last lost tourist - a german who thought maine was san francisco. yes, really.
ingenuity takes a second flight, for almost a minute this time. mars has practically no atmosphere which makes it difficult to get enough lift, so the fact ingenuity has flown twice is a big deal. also, you know, we made this thing and it's flying on another planet.
and because this happened in the next town and i'm still embarrassed, i need to share that a gender reveal party in new hampshire involved an explosion big enough to be felt in several towns. it cracked some house foundations. whatever your feelings abut gender reveal parties (personally i think they're stupid), i think we can all agree that no one needs EIGHTY POUNDS OF EXPLOSIVE to tell the world if their kid-to-be has boyparts or girlparts. not quite as bad as the gender reveal party in california that started one of the massive fires last year, but still. EIGHTY POUNDS OF EXPLOSIVE. what the actual and entire fuck.
If I had one more day
I would write a love poem
composed of one word
repeated like binary code.
I’ll multiply it by the number
of days that passed
without saying it to you
and I’ll add the days
when I said it with no words
because I want to say it
more. And like a bee
gathering pollen, I’ll collect
everything ever said
in one word like a square root
multiplied by the power of ten.
I’ll count even that day
when my anger at you
or for you turned me into
a stone, and also the days
when I was away
sending my songs like
postcards to the lonely,
feeling you in every touch
of love I gave to the world.
I’ll count all my days,
even the nine months of days
before I was born, to say
this exponential, growing “I love you.”
--"One More Love Poem", Dunya Mikhail
my bang is very much not done and does not have a title but i'm thinking of a summary. so... almost one out of three? i have a week and a half. wish me luck.
dog wins relay in high school race - it apparently broke free of its people and beat the winning runner over the finish line.
did you know you can get a birthday cake at the mcdonald's drive-thru? (at least in the us.) apparently you can. and apparently sometimes the folks who work at mcd's get to eat it on their birthday.
the story of the last lost tourist - a german who thought maine was san francisco. yes, really.
ingenuity takes a second flight, for almost a minute this time. mars has practically no atmosphere which makes it difficult to get enough lift, so the fact ingenuity has flown twice is a big deal. also, you know, we made this thing and it's flying on another planet.
and because this happened in the next town and i'm still embarrassed, i need to share that a gender reveal party in new hampshire involved an explosion big enough to be felt in several towns. it cracked some house foundations. whatever your feelings abut gender reveal parties (personally i think they're stupid), i think we can all agree that no one needs EIGHTY POUNDS OF EXPLOSIVE to tell the world if their kid-to-be has boyparts or girlparts. not quite as bad as the gender reveal party in california that started one of the massive fires last year, but still. EIGHTY POUNDS OF EXPLOSIVE. what the actual and entire fuck.
If I had one more day
I would write a love poem
composed of one word
repeated like binary code.
I’ll multiply it by the number
of days that passed
without saying it to you
and I’ll add the days
when I said it with no words
because I want to say it
more. And like a bee
gathering pollen, I’ll collect
everything ever said
in one word like a square root
multiplied by the power of ten.
I’ll count even that day
when my anger at you
or for you turned me into
a stone, and also the days
when I was away
sending my songs like
postcards to the lonely,
feeling you in every touch
of love I gave to the world.
I’ll count all my days,
even the nine months of days
before I was born, to say
this exponential, growing “I love you.”
--"One More Love Poem", Dunya Mikhail