just monday…

Then, there was that time I thought it’d be a good idea to hop about a freight-liner…

what’s she doing now?

I’ve gotten better and cockier and mostly, less swearingly-er….

she talks to angels

He shared stories of death and the beauty that can come as the last tendrils of life fade out into the skies of loss…

fools rush in

Once I’d entertained a few interesting scenarios that my imagination conjured up, I sat back with my book, listening to the stranger belt out random lyrics. And it made me smile.

unpopular

…I wanted to tell her that investing in popularity carries with it the same amount of safety and stability as investing one’s life’s savings on the stock market. Highs and highs and devastating losses.

project two sparrows

AND… my giant knife. I’d taken it with me for slicing bread, but realized it was great for scaring perfectly harmless, kind old men who worried about gypsy women camped out in questionable vans.

and i don’t wanna miss a thing

I assured them that I’m not a psycho axe murderer, or well, any kind of axe murderer at all.
I think they feel good having that clarified.

hello, darlings

I’m pretty much positive that my belief that I’m actually learning Icelandic is very, very wrong, and I’m going to get there and I’m just going to sound like the Sweedish Chef.

Some words…Sunday?

It’s not going to make me appear any more normal, but I woke up out of a dead sleep saying “Just shut your mouth and grab the rope, Bill Cosby!” and for whatever reason, that made me laugh and laugh and laugh. (Note: do not take two-years-expired cold medicine, no matter how badly you want to sleep.)

so many words friday

Seeing as last Friday, Chanel and I broke all the rules, I’ve decided today’s post will just be a good old fashioned question-day, not even a one word only one, but a true question/answer format. So c’mon, man, let’s play!