I got the following text message last night. My iPhone promptly self-destructed:
Who will make [my] heart flutter before i fall asleep? Who will warm my soul with a kiss? I will think of you as i drift off my darling, and your loving eyes cradling my being.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Positive Reinforcements
So in an attempt to actually follow up on the things I tell myself I'm going to do, tonight I will:
- sand and spackle my closet
- attempt to steam the wallpaper off in my bathroom*
- unpack at least 3 more boxes
Maybe if I tell it to the internet I'll feel guilty if I don't get these things done. Maybe.
[* I was in the shower with a friend yesterday afternoon (conserving valuable resources, you know), and rather than leaving the window ajar and the door open to prevent the possibility of damp and mold and gross like I usually do, we decided to keep it all shut in and make it as steamy as possible--not that we really needed a lot of help with that, but... Anyway. When I started to pay attention to my environment again (yes, it's that good) I noticed that I was able to see the wallpaper underneath the top layer quite clearly. Being the quick thinker that I am, I wondered if the steam had loosened the top layer any. To my delight and surprise it peeled off with little to no effort. 10 minutes later my bemused shower companion returned to the bathroom to find me naked and dripping, balancing precariously on the top of the sink to reach the last piece in the top corner of the room. You'd think I would have thought of steam as an option to the back-aching scraping and nasty chemicals I had been using before this. You'd think.]
- sand and spackle my closet
- attempt to steam the wallpaper off in my bathroom*
- unpack at least 3 more boxes
Maybe if I tell it to the internet I'll feel guilty if I don't get these things done. Maybe.
[* I was in the shower with a friend yesterday afternoon (conserving valuable resources, you know), and rather than leaving the window ajar and the door open to prevent the possibility of damp and mold and gross like I usually do, we decided to keep it all shut in and make it as steamy as possible--not that we really needed a lot of help with that, but... Anyway. When I started to pay attention to my environment again (yes, it's that good) I noticed that I was able to see the wallpaper underneath the top layer quite clearly. Being the quick thinker that I am, I wondered if the steam had loosened the top layer any. To my delight and surprise it peeled off with little to no effort. 10 minutes later my bemused shower companion returned to the bathroom to find me naked and dripping, balancing precariously on the top of the sink to reach the last piece in the top corner of the room. You'd think I would have thought of steam as an option to the back-aching scraping and nasty chemicals I had been using before this. You'd think.]
Friday, February 01, 2008
Twitterpated.
Seriously. Butterflies like you wouldn't believe.
It's that amazing feeling when you wake up in the gray morning snuggled next to someone, and just lie there and watch him breathing, his features slowly coming into focus as the light creeping under the shade gets gradually brighter...
Yeah, my morning was like that.
It's that amazing feeling when you wake up in the gray morning snuggled next to someone, and just lie there and watch him breathing, his features slowly coming into focus as the light creeping under the shade gets gradually brighter...
Yeah, my morning was like that.
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