Pilgrim’s Progress

I see myself now at the end of my journey,

my toilsome days are ended.

I am going now to see that head that was crowned with thorns,

and that face that was spat upon,

for me.

A few things

1. I really admire people who are moral, as opposed to preference-based, vegetarians. No offense PBVs, I’m sure you guys are great, too.
2. Of all the things I’m jealous of, I think Russell Brand’s hair cracks the top 3.
3. I sat in on a meeting of evangelical, middle-aged ministers this weekend talking about the relevance of social networking in the context of the Gospel. The word “tweeter” was tossed around a lot, but I was touched by the sincerity.
4. I can laugh at Tyler Perry movies if no one else is in the room.
5. Because I waited so long to start my Christmas shopping, my brother and sister will have to settle for a vs. Cornell game. Sorry, guys.
6. My niece is an open-mouthed, tongue-kisser. She’s 13 months old.
7. Sometimes, I’ll start to leave a comment on a blog that I stalk like, “Congratulations on your engagement!” or “I can’t wait to see your baby!” or the like, and then I realize, “This person has no idea who I am.
8. Working ten hour days is something I never thought I’d be doing.
9. I’ve never really felt 24. I have almost 5 months of being 24 left, but since day one I’ve just decided that 24 is too close to 25 to not be called 25.
10. I have four baskets full of clean, folded laundry in my dining room that will probably never be folded or put in a drawer. Just one of the luxuries afforded to me by my single lifestyle.

Rate the following for tolerability on a scale of 1-10. 1 being “I wanna go home” and 10 being “I wanna light myself on fire.”

• Having to improvise with whatever odd or end may be in your car that could possibly get the ice/snow off your windows
• Someone leaving their clothes in the washer well past the time that you’re ready to start the evening’s laundry
• Snow
• Listening to Winona Ryder narrate a movie
• Listening to two stupid people have a conversatolion
• Traffic
• Deciding what’s for lunch/dinner
• Colored Christmas lights
• Losing your camera
• The word “guesstimate”
• The smell of food when you’re not hungry
• People who end every sentence with “so… yeah…”
• Myspace
• Split ends

The Single Life

My plan for this evening since it was cold, dark and rainy outside and I’m a little broke (exhibit A) was to clean my apartment. Like, moving out clean, except for all my stuff would still be here. I was also hoping to toss some of that stuff in the dumpster and/or the big green “give your clothes to the needy” thing right next to the dumpster.

Since I obviously didn’t feel like cooking (exhibit B) on cleaning night I stopped at Godfather’s on the way home.

(Sidler: I ate a piece in the car. Does anyone else do that or is it just me?)

Upon my arrival, I grabbed an armful (exhibit C) of unsorted clothes (exhibit D) while balancing the detergent and fabric softener and ran downstairs to throw a load in the washer. I came back up the stairs, queued up a good hour and a half worth of music on Grooveshark and started in the kitchen – addressing the box of pizza on the counter first. Reasonably.

So anyway, if you’re wondering just exactly what brand of loser has a refrigerator that looks like this:

Not pictured: I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, baby carrots, left over frosting from halloween cookies, Arm & Hammer baking soda.

you can be confident it’s the same kind of loser who, based on the pictures and evidence as itemed above, has no one to be responsible for but herself.

I’m gonna miss this one day.

 

 

Discoveries

1. Edamame is a really good dinner.
2. Since Twitter, I can barely blog 100 characters at a time.

Fan Service

My blog stats report the weirdest thing: I get anywhere from 25-68 hits a day on “dove tattoo.” Alright, buddies… here she is:

And here’s Amber’s just in case you were looking for something a little more hardcore:

 

Both done by an amazing (and in my case, amazingly patient) artist at FOB in KC.

August did not get the memo that it’s August.

Jack White

I have three dads:

my biological father,

God and Bob Dylan.

– Jack White

Just read it over and over.

To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardest battle you’re ever going to fight.

Never stop fighting.

 

– e.e. cummings

Tennessee Williams

Oh, you weak, beautiful

people who give up with such grace.

What you need is for someone to take

hold

of you – gently, with love, and

hand your life back to you.