my future

i love prints and things and stuff so much, i'm destined to have a home like amy sedaris one day.

add it to the list

keep calm

wish listin

i've loved you a long time
just so darn cute
ironic!

this conversation happens everyday

customer: oh, i love your necklace! did you get it here?
me: no, it's from a website called small things designs, don't forget the plurals
c: oh, i'll have to remember that.
m: yeah, i have two of her necklaces. they're custom made to order so it takes a while to get it, but they're great. i got a really little one for my birthday, plus this ring from my boyfriend.
c: he has good taste.
m: yup, would you like your receipt in the bag?
c: sure.
m: thanks! have a great day.

seattle! seattle! seattle!

does it work like beetlejuice? because i really want to be back. i was walking to the bus last tuesday, the day after we got back, and i was filled with a heavy feeling of not quite unhappiness, but just not belonging, not wanting to be here anymore. it was hot and humid out, i wanted my coat and scarf back. i wanted pedestrian's right of way. i wanted free drinks.
seattle was pretty great, needless to say. the public transportation was awesome, much better than when we were in the rental car. a ten minute trip to fremont took over an hour because we were having so much fun going up all the hills. i never really realized just how flat houston is till we were as high as we could go. or maybe it hit me at the end of every night when we were walking uphill back to the hotel. regardless, it was awesome. there were people out, walking, being awesome. no cars needed, they're just occassionally helpful.
and now, here i am, days before thanksgiving, wearing shorts. what the hell houston? are you trying to break up with me?

fuck yeah

cut chemist and dj shadow at la zona rosa.
i would say "we came to party" but that seems to be taken.
i hope little brother is ready to grow up, just a little.
this show will be awesome. we weren't able to take andrew to rjd2 but he better make it to this. one day he'll be sitting at the bar with his friends. they'll all be reminiscing about their first shitty show, and how awesome they thought it was at the time. his will be this one and it will rock all their stupid faces off.
january 18, i love you.