blame it on my youth

the caste system

"The problem is, if they think you’re attractive, you’re either stupid or a whore or a dumb whore."

-Megan Fox

m-o-o-n, that spells piglet!

I was walking back to work from therapy today listening to The Talking Heads, pretending to be Nicole Kidman in "Bewitched" (as I often do) when I saw a man driving in his car with the windows rolled fimly up, wearing a gas mask.

The end is nigh.

celestial seasonings

My genuine and obnoxious middle school list of requirements for a potential boyfriend:

• do not violently flinch when someone touches you.

• be able to look at houses north of Montana Ave and appraise their value.

• appreciate music whether silently or singing along

• celebrate happiness with champagne in copious quantities.

• spontaneously drive to canon beach to collect stones with a ralph lauren throw in the back seat in case it gets cold.

• enjoy nighttime at the beach, even if just lying on top of the car and staring at the stars.

• tell me stories about Elizabeth Berkley and Jennifer Connelly that I don't already know.

• sometimes just squat in a corner and cry, it makes me melt.