A post for love

Here's to winter warm fuzzies, when tea doesn't cut it.

Dreadlocks...again

I just freakin' love em!! I think I'm gonna try my hand at dreading my hair again when it's a bit longer. Be Cap'n Joelle Sparrow...hyeh hyeh.

Everything is green and alive

Go for a walk!

Some ridiculous crap on Thayer Street

So yesterday was an it's-sunny-lets-explore-Thayer-Street kinda day. So what did we do? We explored Thayer Street. Cause it was sunny. I have some amusing photographs for you lovely folks.

In case you didn't think I was attractive, the above picture is proof.

You should buy me this mug.
A useful book for every occasion.

Does this even need a caption?

Where is the emergency top hat?

Unfortunately, they were fresh out of emergency top hats, but there were plenty of crazy looking monster hats to be had.

Yes.

Most obnoxious fishy sweater ever found award.

Gretchen may be cold metal inside, but she has feelings too.

This has been fun. You were marvelously entertained. This is almost too much for you, isn't it? The stimulation is melting your poor, unprepared brain units.

No, you say? You can't believe you read this crap you say? Well, know what I have to say to that?

....Poppycock! Until next time, dear readers.

Loopy

So listen. Apparently someone in Boston wants to keep me loopy. (just ignore the little words underneath, they mean nothing.) Which is a pretty lame mission. I mean, even if I could stop being loopy, would I? Probably not. It's too much damn fun, people. So no need to put an effort out to keep me doing so. But all the same, this sign gets two sexy thumbs up and one big....... (are you ready for this?)

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....and yes, this is what I do with my time.

Paintypaintpaint

Painted under the apple blossoms today. Off and on showers had me back inside before long, but it was still lovely. Also, photo proof of me in my brand-new-sharpie-induced crazed state. As you can see, I am now an irresistibly sexy Italian man. What that has to do with new sharpies, I would not know.

Paint on my pant cuffs

I painted all day today. You literally can't take one step in my room without stepping on some sort of painting equipment. I also experienced the untouchable joy that is brand-spanking-new black sharpies. And a few new brushes too. Paint under my nails, paint on my floorboards. Paint in my hair, paint on the bottoms of my feet.

Cloudy

My mind is all cloudy.

You wish you had chocolate ganache.

Went to dinner tonight. Got frickin delicious soba noodles. Jumped in front of a truck for Ruby, because I'm a hero. Obviously. Went to Whole Foods, got hit on by carriage-pushers. Had a bonfire, saw a huge fiery shooting star. Wished on it. Yes, I am that much of a dork, thank you very much. Had "Laundry Door" by the Avett Brothers playing in my head. Ate chocolate ganache. Looked through more old songs. Trashed my room with paints. Now Beirut is in my head. Good music to paint to.

I hate days like this

Days when you fail your license test. Days when you get punched in the eye (twice). Days when you find a deer tick on your baby sister. Days when they don't have mint oreos at the store. Days when your hair looks like fluffy roadkill. Days that are gray, gray and more gray. Days when the only things that inspire you are negative feelings. Days when you CAN'T suck it up, even when you really really want to. Guh, come back, sun.

Well Burn My Biscuits

It WAS summer today. I don't give a fig what the calender says. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous. I was actually hot at one point today, and let me tell you, this living icebox doesn't get sizzly often. Anyhoo, the beaming sun and warm breeze had me frolicking about snappin pictures. Enjoy!

Laying on my back...

Happy feet, and Me and Izak, my strapping young brother.
Also, the tulips I planted in the fall are waking up. Big smiles.