i have a headache

and i just ran into a certain stephen, and let slip i'm reading an Oprah book club book. 

he asked! and yes i told him but it all happened so fast i..  boo.

i told him it's summer and i can read what i want! dangit i told him i want to. 

i pleaded with him not to tell anyone. and he just told me he's not good at that sort of thing.

something we have in common.

so i'm beating him to the punch. hello, i read Oprah books.

i remember how her mom mixed up the name Orpah every time i see it. look how well it worked out. i should probably misspell a twice mentioned bible character for all my future children. it's kind of cool really. so i read oprah. big whoop. she's got bonafide classics on there too! like Anna Karenina! i'll say it for you. touche. 

anyway. i have a headache. which is rare. 

and walking home i saw all the little chickies at the duck pond and giggled silly for like four minutes. i wasn't embarrassed one bit. until i saw stephen. yeah.

purple lights up my life

and our new carpet isn't. sigh.

teenage wisdom

"Life is letdowns. If there aren't letdowns you aren't living."

where do they come up with this stuff?

mothers' day shout out: this one's for you mom. may i be the letdown that allows you life.

cookie says:

You cannot love life until you live the life you love.

i've reached a new low

i dreamt about adam brody last night.

he was real funny and sang like jack black.

may the oc marathon live a long and permeating life.

RIP Frank

Frank died.

it is a dark dark day.

memories of him happily swimming and this are the only things that lift my spirits.

let's call it hurdle

"that was just a joke. i'm not very big-headed. just to let you know."

spring=new ward=crowded ward stare=steal treats and eat in dark corner.

thank heavens for fake trees. and nerf guns. and frank.

Frank.

YAY!

we have a rescue fish. saved from the evils of college boys, foul H2O and sharp scissors.

like L said, she named.. it. gender undetermined. Frank, Frankfurt, Frankie (unisex), Francine. all of these are appropriate ways to address the little guy. i know. cliche. every girl's goldfish is male. but i sincerely think he is. we connect like that. i feed him. he throws it up. not everyone's close enough to blatantly up-chuck food i've prepared without fear of hurt feelings. none here. fahreals.

L = baby patrol. she has a radar in her innards that alert her to all children within fifty-three yards. it was buzzing off the hook. because there are definitely more babies per capita in logan. like a lot more. and they're happy babies. someone's ovaries were tingling. bad.

some memorables:

"(son) you're such a good lover."

"i decided her name is helga. she's big, blonde, german. it's perfect."

"my first U-turn!"