Well, overwhelming something

"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love."
-Washington Irving

Obligatory Things-I-Will-Probably-Not-Do list

1. Keep a neater apartment.
2. Sing on stage, a real stage, not a karaoke stage. Just one song is good.
3. Pay off my mother-effing credit cards.
4. Travel somewhere by myself.
5. Keep sewing.
6. Make decisions because I want to make them, not because I should want to make them.
7. Write more.
8. Take a real class - for more than one day.
9. Work on my fitness.
10. Play more.

This just in

I generally do not have sentimental feelings towards things.
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I am not in the least bit religious.
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I'm not so into the Christmas holiday. At all.

My new town

This is so interesting. The art is ridiculous and the history is great:



Go here to learn about this crazy poster!

a.n.t.s.

Dude, I hate me some ants. They are cah-razy invasive, way too squirrely-quick (yes, it's a real word) and there are always one or two bionic survivors.

This evening, we were invaded by itty-bitty, tiny ants. MILLIONS OF THEM. We had no ant spray and when I looked up pet-friendly ant removal remedies, the solution I found included sprinkling chili powder all over the floor. Are you fucking kidding me? Can you imagine the results in cat and dog if they ingested said chili pepper?

Some sort of cleaning fluid was our eventual answer. But, now, I feel like this:

(photo credit)

War isn't always terrible

Earlier this year, Phoenix released an album that can make my cry.
Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix

I went insane over this effing thing and developed a huge crush* on the last song, "Armistice". I played it over and over and over again. A lot. Lucky for everyone in my life, my music experience is largely limited to headphones. Alas, much like other crushes, I tired of the song and moved on to something else.

A.V. Club recently named Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix the best album of 2009, so I revisited and learned that crushes totally blind you to other opportunities. I forgot how sweetly perfect this ENTIRE album is. Phoenix suck you in emotionally and physically, and you go willingly.





*I develop huge crushes on everything (and everybody): songs, tv shows, clothes, people, dogs, types of pens, furniture, you name it. For instance: Deck D'Arcy from Phoenix

shhhh, don't tell anyone

The husband and I recently went to a little private party at Bourbon and Branch, a speakeasy-inspired establishment. They've really embraced the speakeasy theme: locate yourself in an area that no one would suspect, have people ring the doorbell or knock to get in, make them all give a password and prohibition-inspired rules. It all sounded pretty cool to me, but the reality was a little pretentious.

Sometimes, I like pretentious. I have been known to be influenced/swayed into thinking that what I'm doing is cooler than what you're doing. I just wasn't feeling it at Bourbon and Branch.
Apparently, the thrill of drinking during prohibition in a speakeasy isn't as easy to duplicate as the decor, dress and drinks.