-my morning routine; go down stairs, make coffee. drink said coffee as a cold dog nose is pressed against my shin. a thumping tail banging excitedly against the stucco wall. happiness achieved whilst wearing onesie pajamas. who’d have known.
-eating chinese food on my weekly mom-lady-time dates. and those sometimes twice-weekly mom-chipotle dates.
-daydreaming; while i’m at my job, i’m not really at my job. i’m in prague. or i’m in boston. or i’m mackenzie that cliche folk singer, singing the blues in a smoke-filled club. or i’m mackenzie the domestic goddess, asking you if you’d like some tea to go with your homemade pound cake inside my domestic
lair adorably decorated metropolitan apartment. with my cute boyfriend that lets me buy him harry potter t-shirts. and comes to my stand-up-improv nights at seedy comedy clubs.
-all the fun things planned for this year. operation: “get the heck out of florida” is in position. plane tickets to san francisco and concert tickets have been bought. plans for those cutely decorated apartments in a metropolis are being planned. this pleases me.
-hilarious phone calls with my brother and mother on speaker phone, conversing on what the word “tantric” means:
mom: why don’t i know what “tantric” means?
me: because all you read are chicken soup for the soul books.
brother: i mean, i know what it means…because i listen to sting’s music.
-all this blog love. courtesy of my girl holly. check her out. she’s made of 100% natural awesome. and we kind of have girl crushes on each other, despite our alleged partial custody of jake gyllenhaal. and i kind of want to eat my screen whenever i’m on her blog.