January 2010
26 posts
cowlick
I cut my hair short and now it constantly looks like I have bed head. And my short bangs make a little mohawk until I take a shower. Oh, life.
(Now I kinda wish I’d kept growing it)
running in circles
check out my running blog: agirlrunsinbrooklyn.tumblr.com
just realized...
about ten minutes ago, i left my apartment in my pajamas (sans socks, make-up, contacts and bra) and went to my laundry mat to pick up my clean clothes. that’s when i realized that, other than my immediate family and maybe one ex-boyfriend, my laundress and her husband know more about me (and have seen not only my dirty laundry, but me at my worst) than anyone else. i love life.
first draft
First set of lyrics. They will inevitably change when I sit down at my piano:
The crinkled leaves
Are what I remember the most
And your laugh
You always laughed harder
Than me.
I sit at the bar
Of an Israeli cafe
And wonder how life
Would have been
Had I stayed.
Working on the rest later.
pounding headache
pounding headache and my day is only half done. hi grad school, nice to see you again.
...
(rubbing elbows with the moon)
another accident this weekend. why do people drink and drive?
rip john rossi. you were such a sweet kid…
big ben
my mom sketched out big ben and now it’s going to be my fourth tattoo. huzzah.
::a manifesto to live by::
love what you do and do what you love. great waves make for great days. don’t follow trends, follow your heart. invent a new world and keep ties to the old one. be an environmentalist. fearlessness is our most valuable natural resource. bring your family along. romance, travel and adventure are all in a day’s work.
happy
see the title? i’m ridiculously that this week.
hmmm
hugh dancy is effing gorgeous.
huzzah
running a marathon in june. it’s official.
ugh.
I did something really, really foolish. Fuck. At least I smell delicious today…that kinda helps.
INSOMNIA
I counted backwards from 1000 to 1 in threes and I still couldn’t fall asleep. Bring it on, Thursday.
oh yes you will find out
she’s my rushmore, max.
EWWW
cmh (me) is not a fan of being sick.
sheesh
smitten with a kitten.
(and you)
this just in.
emotionally potent
Like ivy, we grow where there is room for us.
– Miranda July
mine.
come on, boy / you and me / we’ve got this / baby, let’s leap.
You can meet a thousand people once, or one person a
thousand times.