march 5th, 2010
We ate meat on a Friday during Lent. Not just any meat. Portillo's beef. What are we doing with our lives? It took us until we were sitting in my car in the parking lot, reflecting on the sheer amount of animal we consumed, to realize it was a FRIDAY and we're NOT GOOD AT LIFE. We were screaming! I think 80% of the reason why we care is because we definitely talked about not eating meat today three separate times. We whined about our choices all the way back home, but then taught Zoe the dog how to properly dance to Lil Wayne, and of course, Ke$ha songs. Overall, a good night.
july 31st, 2014
Happiness is found in identifying joy and calling repeat on your favorite times. In The Eagles on warm summer nights. In an open invitation to rest on your shoulder. In homemade snickerdoodles. In Pigeon Tunes 6. In dragging one another out the door to catch the sunrise over the lake. This entire summer has got me feeling twelve instead of twenty-two.
march 13th, 2016
thrive. that's my new word. thrive.
august 20th, 2005
This summer was like vanilla ice cream. Simple and sweet. Shaped by XRT and 2am talks with your mom, and roy at the foot of the couch. Balmy summer nights at your house are my favorite. Cherry pull-apart twizzlers are the best things in the WORLD. Taking turns to search for songs on Limewire. Fingers crossed your desktop doesn't get a virus. WANNA DISCO? WANNA SEE ME DISCO?
may 19th, 2016
"If you have to explain the meme too much, it's probably not that good of a meme." So I'm sitting here thinking about how I should apply this approach to this new series for the #blawg I'm considering. I know if I do it, it's going to be called the capsule. I am 95% happy with the name, but 100% stoked on the concept. I have hoarded inspiration from the journals I've kept since 1999 and the thousands of tweets I have in a handy archive that I unashamedly read every couple months, because I have this borderline love affair with my past. I enjoy looking back on the memz. Anyway, I want to write. I want to tell my stories. But I HAVE written, I HAVE told stories, and I have lived these goofy moments. Enter the capsule. I can say with confidence I have written something - either on my computer or in print - and have taken (tens of) pictures a day, every day, for the past thirteen years. At least. I can tell you exactly what I was doing on June 20th, 2008. It was not an exceptional day, necessarily, but I have words. And pictures. They're dated. I have a wicked good memory this way. With help. Here's to all the words I have thrown together, and the conversations that have helped shape me. I want to put them in this space, because I can. Is this for me? Is this for you? Probably me. Everything is. I'm a millennial.
december 4th, 2010
(to the tune of "Are You Happy Now?" by Michelle Branch)
can you WEAAAR your bangs down, because you look so hot like that, oooOOOOOO-ooooooh
I guess Hartley didn't appreciate the 1am singalong that was happening on our floor.
december 1st, 2013
Well all I can really think about is how you remind me of being free - that love is not about ownership, love is about appreciation, and i just want to appreciate you, and I hope my love is able to set you free.
You remind me that there is this sweet impermanence to life - it scares me but not in a way that makes me want to run; in a way that makes me want to run into your arms even more.