a lack of color // death cab for cutie
this is fact, not fiction
for the first time in years
all the girls in every girly magazine
can’t make me feel any less alone
i’m reaching for the phone
Ugh this song
Back when I was on LiveJournal, my first internet tag line under my profile name that I ever used was “To call at 7:03.” I thought I was so clever and indie. I still really love this song, though. The whole album pretty much does me in.
"For the longest time, I was so focused on being deaf in my left ear, that I almost forgot my other ear was perfectly fine."
Me too. Except my “ears” are more metaphorical.
This is what Sunday afternoon looks like through the eyes of Gemma wielding a camera. I have a few impressions:
1) If she were less cute I would have been creeped out by getting my foot/entire body/face photographed while napping.
2) Her thug face is impeccable and the fan only adds finesse.
3) I need to put the clean laundry away. I’m grateful only some socks were photographed.
I’m friends with a lady on Facebook who has now twice talked about her sick kids who are throwing up. She posted on Sunday that they had gone to a birthday party but her son had the runs and was puking so they were going to rest and then go to the evening service at church instead. (Because, you know, he’ll feel fine by then!) Today her daughter was puking and she took her to her well-child check anyway and said that she was in a great mood exploring and moving around the waiting room.
Here’s what chaps my hide, she must be some sort of idiot because her kids have now gotten others sick. She’ll never know but she ruined people’s weeks. You shed a virus heavily in the three days after the illness. Don’t take your kid to a birthday, church child care or a waiting room, you freaking moron. I am taking care of three kids with my husband across the country traveling for work and if they get sick then my life is horrible and exhausting while I wash bedding and mop up barf at 2 AM. Here’s a pro tip: If your child or you are sick, stay home. If you or your child have vomited in the past 24 hours, you really need to STAY HOME. I don’t want your effing germs. No one does.
I am thinking it’s a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and when we kiss
They’re perfectly aligned
If that crotchety Canadian inn-keeper hadn’t been acting a fool, this would have been our first dance at our wedding 9 years ago.
(Source: hightidesss, via doughyzeschanel)
I love this picture of Colin making pizza in his oven. Together, we made 19 pizzas on Sunday and it was insane.
🎶Me, I want a hula hoop.🎶
Colin got me one! A really nice collapsible one from Canyon Hoops. I’m so excited!
But they did. Maybe it was the beauty of the music and the perfect synchronization of the lighted fountains in stark contrast to the view behind me where an Elvis impersonator was going nuts and the stupid adult card pushers were slapping their stacks of cards repeatedly.
Whatever it was, I got choked up for the entire show, and then some. Some things in life really are breathtaking.
I apparently got upset with Colin for crowding me and putting his foot near me in bed and in my sleep I said “No! No Colin. Just roll over.”
I’m standing by it.
Thank you, Lloyd Dobbler.
Freckles, bumpy nose, odd eyes, too-big bottom lip. It sort of all fits together. I wouldn’t change any of it because even though it’s a weird face, it’s my weird face.