Blind Date

At the library, my stepdad always checks out the special selection of themed books at the front desk. Sometimes it's mysteries or spooky stories or all vampire related. This time it was just a bunch or books wrapped in brown paper. A blind date with a book. Pick a book, read it, you may love it or hate it, fill out the review form. I didn't exactly want to do it, but I was coerced.

Of course, there were barcodes on the wrapping so we could properly check them out. So we both knew our titles. Girl in the Hyacinth Blue for him. Pontoon: a Lake Wobegon Novel for me. We both laughed desperately hard that he got stuck with some crappy romance novel while I got a book that started with the line (paraphrased): Evelyn was an insomniac do when they say she died in her sleep you had to wonder.

That first line certainly drew me in, but while the book wasn't necessarily bad, it didn't live up to its opening. It was just an every day story about an eccentric little town and two event colliding into chaos. The type of movie I quite like, but something that has never really worked for me when I read it.

Still, I think it was a brilliant idea on the part of the library, and if thy do such an event again, I will still take place. Who knows? I may find the book I've been missing my whole life.

Elena's First Birthday Party

 

 

Today, the Sun is Shining on Me

I never feel the so-called onset of Season Affective Disorder (if I even have it) but at times like this, I can certainly feel it lifting.

Late Night This & That

okay, so I'm in my room reading, because I like to read every night. I've got an apple cider candle burning on the headboard (heavenly). and a forgotten glass of water with melting ice, leaving a ring on the side table. short attention span and poor lighting has me pulling out my phone. I made this video on yesterday on my phone, and I was just going to delete it because apparently I can't upload video with the app. whatever. but then I was watching it, and I said: no, I'm just too cute.

Together We Created These Scars

it’s been more than three years now since I was in San Francisco with Holly, and she and I got our dermal anchors. we both got two, parallel to our collarbones. hers on the left, mine on the right. both of hers rejected a while back, while only one of mine had. earlier this year, I knew I wouldn’t have mine much longer. anchors are a lot of upkeep, just keeping them from being caught on something. so I decided when my second one rejected, I would get Holly’s lips tattooed near them, like she was kissing the scars better. it’s been a few months since my second anchor got pried out, and this weekend, Holly made me several prints of her lips. last night, I took her lips to Electric Rose in Olympia, WA. and voila!

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Same Heartaches

I feel like New Year’s is a letdown for everyone. I see them making the same resolutions (I see myself making the same resolutions, but that’s not the issue), sticking with it for a week, maybe a month. but what really changes? from December 31st to January 1st I had: the same head cold, the same dead-end job (but a 14-cent pay raise!), the same heartbreak. I know that’s not the best outlook, but… it’s how I feel.