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.

Mindless Retelling

Woke up at an ungodly hour this morning, drove to New York and back today, I'm awful tired. Devoured SIX (count em) SIX orders of hash browns with Marissa. Drew all over her and myself..Made far more "In Soviet Russia.." jokes than is probably healthy to make in a 24-hour period of time. (Word of warning-They are addictive) Visited my delightful cousin Milonlon, was shown around a film studio, and fed copious amounts of broccoli... not simultaneously. Wrote a new song when I got back to the den. Come back, sun.

Warm and Sunny Days, continued

Warm and sunny days are for giggling..and for earth-shaking laughter.

Warm and Sunny Days

Warm and sunny days are for falling asleep on hammocks. And occasionally for falling OFF of hammocks...

Take a guess

You are the peanut butter to my Jelly. (har har har)

Page

Hello dear readers. I've been feeling so inspired lately! Been painting most of the day. But that's not what I'm here to talk about. I was looking through some old files on my lappy, and I came across a picture of a page in a book(above). Alas, memory once again fails me, and I haven't the faintest idea where it's from or who wrote it, but I love it in its singularity, no book attached necessary. Its inspiring to me, particularly the part about "From the first date I changed. No more women. Well, actually, thousands of women. I wake up to a different one each day, but they're all her." AH! Back to painting.

Rain and how light affects my mood

So first of all, copious amounts of lovely rainwater. Aren't you happy? I am.

You fool some people

with your little plinking sounds

but I know you're a trickster

you never really hit the ground

The sound, the smell, the grass getting greener. The flowers around my house are showing themselves here and there. In other news, I got a hold of the most delightful paper lanterns today, and they're currently throwing the only light in my room. There is a certain buttery first-lights-of-sunrise quality to the light that reminds me that I'd rather the world be purged of its clocks and go back to when there was sunrise and sunset, back to when there was moments instead of minutes. blah, sleep.

Spriiing

Spring is here, my lovelies!! Can't you smell it? Can't you hear it? Don't you want to live in a musical where indian women in colorful saris jump out from behind trees and start dancing when you have that spring feelin'? Because I do. I'm spending the day at Border's today, and I'm very content sitting here with my mountain of books. It never fails to lift me up, being surrounded by books all day. OH, THE SMELL OF BOOKS!! Intoxicating! Especially when mingled with that springness that makes me burst out into song, much to the irritation of my family and strangers in grocery store isles. Be happy everyone! Inhale the sunshine and green grass and newness of spring and exhale the dregs of winter bitterness from your lungs. Oh, and go cut your hair and kiss someone. Back to my books I go.