a maniacal amount of grapefruits in my fridge.
how cute beantown can be….even in her soggy dreariness.
grizzly bear slippers….naturally.
roommate christmas: a gnome necklace. a star wars violin solo book. bacon t-shirts. hilarity ensued to the tune of “the imperial march”.
einstein cup giving me the strength to get through finals, a paper on disembowelment and poop in the inferno (literally), as well as a paper on nymphomania and in british literature. am i insane and just don’t know it yet? could you let me know? thanks.
finding my roommate like this one night. exploiting it. u kno i love you, rubes. xoxo
crocheting on the t as a means to preserve what little sanity i have from writing papers about poop. so far, so good.
otto’s slices with this lady talking lady-talk. which only means we scared all pizza-eaters within the five feet radius of our bar stools.
new additions to the picture book collection. best line? “i’ll sit on your cold feet. and you sit on my cold feet. and i’ll sit on your cold feet…and you sit on my cold feet…”, of course.
loving on this nugget. exploting this nugget. putting antler’s on this nugget. putzing around the house with my bear slippers, running after this nugget. oliver, you are my fur boyfriend through and through. thanks for the keeses, even if i am the worst.
happy holidays, ya’ll! eat all the cheese balls. and kiss all of the strangers. and drink all of the pink sparkly liquids! xo