an open letter to my brain

dear brain,

stop being so restless. seriously. stop.

no love,
me

mini time caplet

currently:
watching: the finale of project runway australia season one
listening: idlewild idlewild idlewild rent idlewild idlewild
reading: without you (memoir) - anthony rapp
eating: pasta with broccoli and roasted garlic alfredo sauce
drinking: nothing. i keep forgetting to.
shocked by: the fact that yahoo serious is 55 years old
plagued by: inability to sleep more than 2 hours at a time
irritated as fuck by: the landscaping man and his commentary


overheard on a suburban street in the dark at 9:30pm:
girl #1: <squeal> oh my god i got the sickest michael kors bag!!! it's so hot!!!!
girl #2: <gasp> nooooooooooo! you didn't! oh my god what does it look like???!?!

i swear to you they were like sixteen. i find it difficult to align myself to the idea that anything michael kors does could be "sick" or "hot".


today's outings:
- a train ride for no reason at all, which resulted in my going into the city and to a quilting store and buying fabric i don't need and a magazine that has no practical purpose whatsoever. this quelled my restless brain for a little while
- grocery store


discovery of the week:
someone named their parakeet after me.