okay, one thing, thank you...

No one should live without leberwurst, a soft boiled egg, goooood bread and a pretzel with some elderberry preserves, butter and salt for liberal use, and some black tea with a little bit of sugar. every morning. every day. or at least some of it. i can die happy now after breakfast this morning, correction, this afternoon. i will post images later. flickr hates me right now.

home away from home,
i feel here
life is grey skies,
cloudy days,
in my favorite cities.

irony or something like it

irony: a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often amusing as a result.

I think this sums up my life in a word, pretty much.
It's the sleepy sunday mornings that couldn't be more grey, that couldn't be happier, that couldn't be more lonely, and oh so satisfying. It's the conversations that precede and foreshadow the meeting of someone who just sortof sticks in your head. It's an innocent but passionate kiss hours after deciding people aren't meant to be together. It's finding peace in chaos and friendship during tumultuous times.

It's cliche writing by someone who doesn't like to conform.

It's working at a private coffee house wearing a nike sweatshirt. fucking hypocrite.





so i won't ever get married EVER. i met my future husband last night.