i'm dyin' here

i'm sick of all the photos of them filming. each one feels like a spoiler to me. it needs to stop.

except... um... the photos of humphrey.

forward

we never understood the words, we just sang

funny how a song comes back to you about a decade after the last time you heard it. i think that might have something to do with the importance of music during our formative teenage years, don't you?

this is an old favorite that popped into my head the other day.




also, i've decided this is what my summer will be like. how will i make that happen? i'm not yet sure.

i've just decided. and imagining is the first step on the road to realization.

and with every listen, my silly romantic heart, with its secret affinity for 90's country music, gets closer to the second step on that road to realization: expecting.

quote of the week, thus far

He will be living on a cloud forever...

spoken like a poet.

but by a most unlikely source.

you got me again, stars II

i've said it before, but it always weirds me out a bit when my horoscope is on point.

i know, when somebody is writing general predictions 365 days a year, at least a few of them are likely to line up.

The Moon's entry into your 7th House of Relationships today can shift the focus from what you are doing to observing everyone else in your life. Meanwhile, the Jupiter-Chiron-Neptune superconjunction continues to place a distortion filter between you and your partners that makes everything seem larger than life. You cannot rely on anyone else to objectively tell you what's really happening now. Stop and listen to what's in your heart.

the big dipper is right, you know. i am going through a period of reflection and quiet.


in other news, did the stars just call me a slut? "partners?" bitches, you don't know my life!

buddha says...

You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.

where happiness lives.

just another reason i need to go back. and maybe even stay.

my morning smile

losing things

pstscrt.

be quiet together, and pretend

"What is it? My dear?"

"Ah, how can we bear it?"

"Bear what?"

"This. For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?

"We can be quiet together, and pretend -- since it is only the beginning -- that we have all the time in the world."

"And every day we shall have less. And then none."

"Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?"

"No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere."


A.S. Byatt

outta my, outta my head

xoxo, Philly

thanks to shaunice for sharing this sign she saw at the airport. i like.

priceless

Bren: What is your job title exactly?

Technician: I'm an ultrasound technician, ma'am.

Bren: Well, I'm a nail technician, and I think we both ought to just stick to what we know.

Technician: Excuse me?

Bren: Oh, you think you're so special because you get to play Picture Pages up there? Well, my five year old daughter could do that, and let me tell you, she's not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed. So why don't you go back to night school in Manteno and learn a real trade.

the only part of Juno that i liked. it's almost worth it, though.

i heart Allison Janney.

so dangerous

every occupation has its hazards, including those seemingly safe "desk jobs."

you know what i think is the most dangerous part of a desk job like this?

no, not paper cuts. not weight gain. not MRSA.

i think the most dangerous part of a job like this is one-click shopping on Amazon.


so convenient. so easy. but maybe it shouldn't be that easy to spend hundreds of dollars. maybe it should take two clicks! three, even!

lord...

it could linger on

But you know: you know that if I could have stayed, if I could have gone on, that I would have clutched every second: whatever it was, this death, you know that it came and took me, like a child carried away by goblins.

Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.


I hate to think of you waiting. I know that you have been waiting for me all your life...

The Time Traveler's Wife.
must read.