the twist.

i think the boy who runs the corner store might just be in love with me.

he knows i love baseball and has determined (quite injudiciously) that 1. i am beautiful and 2. that these two qualities warrant his affection.

but the thing is--

my soda water (for this is what brings me to the corner store) always bubbles over explosively upon the twist of the cap.

and i can't determine if that is reason enough to marry him on the spot, or never return.

image via sabino.

you're welcome.

i know i've been a bit absent lately.

let's chalk it up to the great, month-and-a-half-never-ending-funk that might just have ended last night at an apple-crisping/let's-welcome-fall party.

so, let me say, i'm sorry.

here, have this as recompense:



his name is joe pug. you're welcome.

oh for a book and a shady nook.

with the return of my computer (thank you paul from the apple genius bar for your goodwill and patience) and the restoration of my rightful place in the world, i have been scouring the internet in search of the one thing i would like for christmas, a reading chair.

olivia rae, author of everyday musings, gave thanks a few days ago for her morning coffee nook. i was taken by the image immediately. and then the idea. and since i secretly want to be her (desperately, actually) i realized i too must have a morning coffee nook/all-day reading corner.

and so i'm scouring the internet for ideas. turns out, this is glamorous, is a veritable treasure trove of reading-nook templates.

oh for a book and a shady nook, either indoor or out.

with the green leaves whispering overhead,

or the street cries all about.

where i may read all at my ease,

both of the new and the old;

for a jolly good book whereon to look,

is better to me than gold.

john wilson

ps: my imposed regression to a time before technology actually allowed for the discovery of some lovely reads. suggestions to follow shortly.

to my one-day-pal,



you are a very lucky man.

why?

because nothing unburdens my soul quite like cleaning house.

however, you'll have to put up with said burdened soul.

and cook. you'll have to cook, because i can't.



love, love,
me

ps: i had to beg, borrow, and steal (all three) a computer just to get this note to you.

away from computer.

computer broken. stop.

earliest appointment at genius bar, tuesday evening. stop.

will return when fixed. stop.

have no idea when that will be. stop.

ah. stop, stop, stop.

there must be an end to the string of bad luck i've been having.

hmmm.