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…

Fun for all!

…conversations which go from inspirational teenagers to sweatshops to, well, things that would make you shake your head…

Little boy blue and the man in the moon

You fall a little bit in love with your child the moment the little life is noted inside you.

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.

the littlest birds

He then came and sat beside me in my booth. “Do you mind if I sit here? You’re a stranger but I think you are friendly”.

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.

Weekly wrap up…

Carry your licence with you at all times, people, because, apparently, showing your iPhone Facebook Profile Pic is not a viable form of identification when stopped by the police.

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.)