mixed tape.
on why we’re not married [yet].
A marriage is a miracle every day. I can’t tell you what the secret is. But there’s nothing more challenging in life than an intimate, one-on-one relationship where there is such complete exposure to each other. There’s nothing riskier .”
comic sans is not appropriate for business correspondence.
(via lovepuppy)
can i also add that Papyrus, while also being not appropriate for business correspondence, does not make anything in print look “interesting”, “earthy”, or “vaguely egyptian”. it’s just ugly. and stop putting it on your resume!
conversation.
boy: what kind of bird do you want me to draw on the baby shower gift?
me: a cute bird.
boy: like a bluebird?
me: sure.
boy: standing or flying?
me: whatever is cuter.
boy: a standing bird is definitely cuter.
* * * *
no further explanation offered.
the ladies.
quote:
Is sloppiness in speech caused by ignorance or apathy? I don’t know and I don’t care.”
– William Safire
wondering this myself. touche.
he’s a charmer.
the boy just brought me a piece of cheese, a piece of bacon with bbq sauce and a rum & coke as an appetizer. i’m in love.
a is…
the beginning of my sister’s name.
for us.
for fonzie from happy days being cool.
for avery, addison mae, and addison rae, the cutest babies.
-team and alf, and the other great old tv shows you can watch online for free.
the grade i got on my difficult midterm today.
today is an a day.
rambling. 1:55am.
you know what’s on television at 1am?
the west wing.
gllllllorious, because if you know anything about me, you know that i am experiencing insomnia and also that the west wing is on my all-time top five television shows.
and although i own all the seasons, and can watch any episode anytime i want, it always seems like a little present when it comes on tv and i have to watch.
i feel like that about saturday movies too, sometimes.
i’ll say that i was asleep, but then the boy called. and he innocently asked one question about my birthday, and then we talked for the next 3 hours.
and argued. or, our version of arguing, at least.
do your arguments ever start with literally ONE innocent question?
and i am not a big arguer/fighter.
but once i had an argument with an ex-boyfriend about whether the tour de france was a legitimate bike race.
it looked an awful lot like the “is she hot?” debate in the prince family paper episode of the office, now that i think of it.
but it was the silliest fight i think i’ve had.
i’m rambling now.
oh-gurt.
when i put my yogurt in my bag this morning to take to school, i thought “maybe you shouldn’t keep it in your bag, because it could get punctured, and that would be unpleasant.”
but, nothing happened to it today.
i also didn’t get a chance to eat it.
and now i just stepped on my bag on the floor, in the dim light, and heard a pop.
it took about 10 seconds for me to realize what that noise was.
vanilla yogurt. in my non-washable bag. yogurtwallet, yogurtlipgloss, yogurtpod.
guess what i’m not eating for the next few days?
sara, darling. 