deep thoughts
Damn livejournal for thinking that the back button means "erase everything i've spent the last 15 minutes thinking of and typing."
I think the world would be a happier place if there were ziplines for all stairs of at least ten steps.
Since when is it clever to call an instance of deus ex machina abrupt? I mean, that's kind of how I would define deus ex machina.
If i can hear your "sixteen military wives" alarm, guy who lives below me and sleeps with his window open, can you hear my "blackbird/here comes the sun alarm"? If so, which one of us is cooler?
I've started a routine of going to the gym every other day. It's kind of addictive. But not in that I'm-an-excercise-bulimic-which-is-apparently-very-popular-at-UVA kind of way.
I've resolved to take notes on all online/Toolkit readings (and i always have a hell of a lot of them). we'll see how long it lasts.
Yesterday, Shelby said that we kind of matched (in that she was wearing a red duster with big sunglasses, and I was wearing a navy peacoat with big sunglasses . . . ?), and it made me think of that day that Liz and I wore the same style/wash/length jean skirt and tops of the same color and made an obscenely big deal about it . . . I kind of miss that.
Peace, Love, and Happiness, babe! Now to do some cleaning--it's good for the soul (and shower)!
I think the world would be a happier place if there were ziplines for all stairs of at least ten steps.
Since when is it clever to call an instance of deus ex machina abrupt? I mean, that's kind of how I would define deus ex machina.
If i can hear your "sixteen military wives" alarm, guy who lives below me and sleeps with his window open, can you hear my "blackbird/here comes the sun alarm"? If so, which one of us is cooler?
I've started a routine of going to the gym every other day. It's kind of addictive. But not in that I'm-an-excercise-bulimic-which-is-apparently-very-popular-at-UVA kind of way.
I've resolved to take notes on all online/Toolkit readings (and i always have a hell of a lot of them). we'll see how long it lasts.
Yesterday, Shelby said that we kind of matched (in that she was wearing a red duster with big sunglasses, and I was wearing a navy peacoat with big sunglasses . . . ?), and it made me think of that day that Liz and I wore the same style/wash/length jean skirt and tops of the same color and made an obscenely big deal about it . . . I kind of miss that.
Peace, Love, and Happiness, babe! Now to do some cleaning--it's good for the soul (and shower)!