a mostly goodhearted twentynine 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.
i put my hair up immediately after i showered, and then forgot that i had done such a thing, so it’s still half wet. i will now go to sleep like this and document the subsequent bedhead sleeping on wet hair will yield in the morning.
eugene mirman is doing a show two hours from here tomorrow night and i am probably going to be unable to go, unless somebody buys something at work tomorrow during the day (but probably not even then, since i still have $1000 worth of bills that need to go out before the end of the month). sometimes i don’t like much of anything (but i do enjoy sleeping, and dreaming about the deer. but i miss him and it makes things hard. he is the most impossible person i have cared about in a very long time). i feel like i’ve been in a rut of not liking much of anything for a while now, so it’s pretty much the norm, but still really disappointing.
speaking of not liking anything, i’m still being really awful at tumblr. have i missed any posts that i should be aware of?