Pie

Just watched Waitress. Sweet, sad, cute, painful, honest, uplifting, everything. I love the little tune that plays whenever Jenna thinks up a new pie. RIP Adrienne Shelly. Thank you for crafting this piece of art and being adorable as Dawn.

It Was Turquoise

Not teal. I don’t remember a lot of things. I don’t feel very productive. It’s been a wild day. Music heals the soul in every way. Even more when you share it with someone. I say I’m excited, but May 9th scares me more than anything. So many things can happen. Unfortunately, I’m still bracing for the worst.

“I am ready to face any challenges that might be foolish enough to face me.”

That’s the kind of attitude I need to embrace. You would think I’d delve into at least a few details, but I don’t. Even though no one reads this. Maybe it’s the fact that someone, somewhere out there is actually waiting to reach the end of this sentence that keeps me from spilling out all the facts. Fact: I do enjoy beets. Try some. They don’t taste like anything, but they make everything pink-purple. Everything. O HAI THERE! You’re important, and you damn well better go out into that crazy world because everything is on your horizon. Also, thanks for stopping by.

Big Broccoli Rolled Square Into My Lap

Living is tiring stuff. I like to quote Shakespeare, even when I’m wrong. Especially when I’m wrong. Why is it raining? Well, I know why what with the condensation and such and such. I don’t like the rain. Makes my whole body all a’tingle. It gets me even weirder than I already am. Or is that just superstition? The rift between the scientific and the spiritual. I’m going to miss seminar so hard. Even with all the panic reading and long nights and the brink of exhaustion. Every minute means something. People with whom I’m comfortable sharing my ideas. People with whom I can disagree but still be friends after we say what we feel.

“You are always tryin’ to keep it real. I’m in love with how you feel.”

I need that Juno DVD. But I just received the aforementioned DVD o’ The Orifice: Season 3 today from Amamamamazon. Thank you for making the wait a little more bearable, Surf The Channel. Please don’t get taken down. I would hurt a little inside if you did. Thank you.

Stuck in my head/heart all day:

You’ll Wish for the Days of Good Knees

I love “Prologue.” Too bad it doesn’t come in black. Time to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream. I would talk about the things I have to do, but that’d be a downer. Instead, let us take a moment to reflect on good things. Like, shower countdowns and that feeling you get in your fingertips after you cut your nails. You really feel them then. I can’t believe I went so long without a loofah. And a smiling one, too. A mitten loofah that smiles. Oh, life.

Teal is My Favorite Color

It once was blue. Just plain old blue. Then navy blue. Then green. Now teal. Is it because I have lots of teal things? Or do I have lots of teal things because it’s my favorite color? I’m looking at two teal things right now. I love how WordPress looks, now. It’s sexy. It’s comforting. It makes me want to blog all the time like I used to. Blog all the time about nothing at all. Those are the posts that endure for years and years. Blogs about nothing particularly interesting.

Michael: That’s why I wanted a signal between us, so I wouldn’t have to just shout nonsense words.

Amazon has Season 3 of “The Office” for 20$. I like putting the $ after the number. Is that so wrong? Probably.

Sneezes. Monica told me they’re an aphrodisiac in Japanese class during sophomore year. Sophomore freaking year. I look back and brand that as my crappiest. Wasn’t so bad. Lots of growing pains had to happen. I’m glad they did. I love Soma.FM. Note to self: Meric Long – Couples. How can you go wrong with a free stream of sexy indie muzak?

I hella wanted it for a long, long time. Now that I have it, I don’t really know what to do with it. I never thought it would be so hard to open up the floodgates. (I realize that this can dually refer to the Season 3 DVD as well as my newfound relationship. You know, I felt like I shouldn’t even refer to it as such. Whenever something good happens, I treat it like a fragile something or other that will shatter if I even so much as name it as it is. Now I know [or think] that even if things don’t turn out they way I want, it never had any bearing on whether I talked about it. I’m sick of taboo and walking on eggshells when it comes to this.) I am literally in a glass case of emotion. And I don’t know if I’ll ever stop quoting Anchorman. You’re getting me hungry with your talk of tacos.