nasty.

This came on the radio during my ride home yesterday, and it made me squeal like a teenage girl.


This song makes me feel the same way.

wise words.

So last night, we were watching Parenthood, and Lauren Graham said something like "Boys are like buses. If one passes you by, another one'll be coming around in just a few minutes." Brilliant.

ferocious.

My favorite little lady is driving across the country today. Safe travels, my dear Meekee. I see a long, lazy weekend in Ohio in my future. Like, soon. My time in CT has been lovely. My sister-in-law is great. She makes me wish I'd had her to grow up with instead of all my stinky brothers. She doesn't always get it-- we are very different-- but she always tries. And I always feel like I have so much to learn from her.

Trying to make it back in town tonight in time to go to some show at Johnny Brenda's. It's more about the company than the music. I bought a foxy little sweater dress and tights yesterday. The show tonight would be a good excuse to wear them. So here's to hoping traffic cooperates.

el cocodrilo.

It's a cold and grey autumn day in New England. We just built a tent out of blankets. We're going to bundle up and venture out soon.

My new favorite blog: this isn't happiness. I especially enjoy his pictures of lovers on lazy Sunday afternoons. Clearly, we were separated at birth.















































“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

pleasantly irregular.

Getting out of town for a few days. Leaving you all with some of my favorite tunes: