I want this haircut.

but I need straight hairs.

and I need dark hairs.

So it's not in the stars.

I dreamed a funny dream last night. I was dating a guy with a motorcycle. The first and only time I ever rode it with him, we wrecked at 15 mph and tumbled into a patch of soft grass. Naturally, I pretended I was dead. But I was only p r e t e n d i n g. The guy freaked out and I was giggling in my head. Then I woke up.

  Maybe you never saw "Where The Wild Things Are"... maybe you did see it and thought it lacked a substantial plot. Maybe you saw it, loved it, and was Max for Halloween that year, and wore that costume to sleep in till the feet wore out and the zipper broke. Despite loving it or hating it, didn't everyone fall in love with these monsters. So cuddly. So violent. Just like all our favorite people.I watched this movie last night and it made me like monsters. I like them now.

I am amazed at the strength my little finger can muster when my hands are full.

I hate how every time I try to use my cell phone to take a picture it's like I suddenly have Parkinson's. Is that a ghost? Nope, just a cute puppy I thought you'd like to see.

Boycotting the rest of the week.

sodeadrightnow

spell casted

It's a Tom and Summer type of Sunday.

handwritten

Bili Bidjocka interview from Ecriture Infinie on Vimeo.

It's 12 something at night. Pizza sounds really good.

All I want in this life is for someone to brush my teeth for me before I go to bed. PLEASE. Okay, that's it. I'm done.  Comfysockscomfysockscomfysocks. Bye.

Sometimes I am so dumb I want to punch myself right on the side of my head! KABLAMO!

Nerds. It's raining. And I'm eating lucky charms. Oh, and IT'S RAINING.