“Well I’ve been to a rodeo too. It was a cat rodeo. In a gay guy’s apartment.” — Liz Lemon
Decision flow chart
“We’re always lucky,” I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.” — A Moveable Feast, Hemingway
Packing and unpacking (associated with moving… not just for the hell of it) is a good way to re-evaluate all the crap that you’ve accumulated in life.
Take, for example, Leafy. I found him/her (it seems unfair to gender a crumbling leaf) on a hike last fall. I think it was the first hike that I went on with my girlfriend. I saw Leafy on the ground after we had stopped to eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I thought s/he looked like a little mitten. Also, I needed an ally because the gf was making fun of me for some reason or another. Leafy and I decided to take a hike BY OURSELVES… which made my gf laugh. Why? She’s always laughing at really stupid things I say that no one else would ever laugh at. Maybe thats the reason I kept him/her for 9 months.
Even today, when I picked up Leafy and part of him/her crumbled, before I considered throwing the leaf away, I racked my brain for possible ways to preserve him/her. Actually, I tried to think of something for about 45 seconds and then I realized any serious attempt to save the leaf would be time consuming and get bits of dry leaf everywhere. Therefore, my time with Leafy had come to end. But only if I took a picture to remember him/her. 4ever.
My god. What kind of mother am I going to be?! Exactly like my mother. Oh boy.
“Another Poem:
I wish I were taller
And had perfect legs
And had easier hair to fix
And was a man
Sometimes I do
But not really
But sometimes
But not a lot
Just a little
Once in a while
O.K. only once
When I had to use the restroom
And somebody was in the ladies’ room so it was locked
And the men’s was open but I was too chicken to go in
So I wished I was a man then
Just that one time”
— From Ellen’s 1995 book “My Point… And I Do Have One”
“But the irony and the twist of it, the poetry of the project is that no matter how good that looks to people, for me, the taste of cupcakes is worth far more than diamonds could ever be.” — Pharrell via Eat Me Daily
the scholarly study of flags.
AM I GOING TO SIT ON A CHOCOLATE COOKIE OR MUFFIN AND NOT REALIZE IT UNTIL MUCH LATER, WHEN IT HAS BEEN SMASHED AND/OR MELTED INTO THE FABRIC AND LOOKS LIKE CRUSTY FECES ON THE ASS OF MY PANTS?!
Three and counting.
@ Little Paper Planes. Via Design is Mine.