well/wtf

this was the only thing i received in the mail on friday.
i am confused.

much to do. newnew.

things i made a long long time ago that seem to really matter now

beachhouse:saltwater

Love you all the time
Even though you're not mine
Love you all the time
Dream I'm in the saltwater

Timing's gone all bad
Broken faith
And a broken way
You couldn't lose me
If you tried
'Cos I'll be rollin'
To your side, baby

Love you all the time
Even though you're not mine
Love you all the time
Broken faith
And a broken way

You couldn't lose me
If you tried

watch out

ilovelove

i found these

things this week.
i love them.

the only shit i care about this morning is

sorry i guess.
wait.
i'm not sorry at all.

i remember what it looked like

by the french doors to the back porch.
the sun would shine through the tacky lace curtains and make patterns on the perfect gray carpet.
in the winter i would sit on the hvac vent with a blanket around me. a parachute of heat next to a cold window.
i would look for things in the carpet like finernail clippings or dirt.

i never found them.

verygladitsfriday

everyone makes me sick. people are gross. but this mold is sorta pretty (as far as mold goes)

why are the memorial candles next to cookies?
thanks.

the tv is snowing and i still haven't gotten up.

oh god why?

who wants to puke??


fix it with this.



and this

todaytoday

i saw this today at the nelson. the parkeharrison show altogether was amazing.
i should be taking full advantage of my location.

super exhausted. a million things i should be doing. not looking forward to such a long day tomorrow.
high places-like a million times today. i have some kind of addiction to stardust and sentience.
hopefully this week i will start receiving things from the chain letters.

need to complete new cv
need to write statement
need to do shooting.
need to pay some bills.
goodgod.

sogoodmmmm

onemoreplace

that i will for sure waste time.

i won't let it be.  

today i heard yeasayer, of montreal, animal collective, m.ward, tom waits and tv on the radio all on public radio. i also feel lucky.  i think i should buy a lottery ticket.

also. i can't get my girls out of my head.  i think i will post the lyrics.  i am completely freaked out about someone writing about domesticity.  because it's all i want.  it is so sexy.  yikes. 

is it much to admit i need

a solid soul and the blood i bleed

with a little girl, and by my spouse

i only want a proper house

i don't care for fancy things

or to take part in a precious race 

and children cry for the one who has

a real big heart and a father's grace

i don't mean to seem like i care about material things like a social status

i just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls

<3<3<3