swarbles.

a mostly goodhearted twentyeight year old lady who lives in a land where it's winter half the year. starlings nest in the soffit along the side of my house and mourning doves roost under the roof above of my door stoop. i fall in love all the time.

points of interest;
swarbles songs; songs i have recorded.
mariaface; a photo of my face for every day of twothousandandtwelve.
end thoughts; the thoughts one has at the end of the day.
things i made; self explanatory.

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it’s completely acceptable behavior for me to write an email to one of my dear friends who lives in d.c. asking him to lurk around the general vicinity of the lincoln theatre tomorrow and saturday and that if he sees julian, he should tell him to come up for my birthday, right?  especially since it is looking as though i will not get the day off from work (boo), since my father and brother might be going to vermont and new hampshire early next week for work.

he probably won’t lurk around for him, but it’s worth a shot, yeah?

yeah.

in related news, i turn twentyeight on tuesday and i can’t spell vicinity without googling.  or separate.  or desperate.  only because i spell them the way i pronounce them: VAcinity, sepERate, despARate.