Fan mail

Sisters are weird. I was thinking about my post today and took pictures for it 6 hours ago but haven't had a chance to write a bit and put it up. I haven't even read yours yet Rach, I didn't want to be influenced by your genius.

It was visceral, it wasn't reasonable, it wasn't intellectual. It was all emotive and feeling, instinctual, frontal feelings. It was immediate and unwavering, coming home to lily's on my bedside suitcase. Part of me hates to admit it, but I loved feeling cared for in this way. I was surprised and cared for and appreciated and thought of.

Thanks Em!






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Location:France

where my mind goes

Visceral : not intellectual : instinctive

I saw this store(/restaurant/club/obviouslydnotthatobservant?) sign and immediately my mind went to Arrested Development. And that, folks, is how my mind works. Almost any situation reminds me of a scene or line from a movie or show. It's usually inappropriate for the situation and I find myself laughing. By myself. 

I would like to think that my quote memorization skills were something intellectual but those skills don't translate into any productive area of my life. Quotes just happen. Instinctively. 

Buster: I ought to point to Uncle Oscar's Charlie Browns next time you're on top of him, mother.

(cue George Michael walking down the street to the sad-day Charlie Brown theme song.)

word to your motha'

Visceral 

• DEFINITION

adjective

1

: felt in or as if in the internal organs of the body

2

: not intellectual : instinctive

3

: dealing with crude or elemental emotions

4

: of, relating to, or located on or among the internal organs of the body

Takin' it Easy

Time Spent with my baby sister in the woods, on a swing, at a Jackson Browne concert, in my lap in a hot tub (telling me of the woes of a high school girl), that for me is rest.



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Location:Redding, CA

give it a rest

True confessions: sometimes I am envious of my cats. They spend 80% of their days sleeping (or something like that).

I have been so overwhelmed with school this semester. I feel like I am always reading. I get up early to read, I stay up late to read, and in between I write papers. I know, it's college, it's all part and parcel. But seriously, exhaustion sucks. How long can a person maintain that kind of routine?
 The other day I was studying in bed (that was my first mistake) and Houston was sprawled out at the foot of the bed. I'm pretty sure I just stared at him for five minutes, wishing I could just shut my eyes for a few moments. So, I followed suit: thirty glorious minutes of sleep. Naps are the cure for exhaustion.

Cats are geniuses. And anti-social. But I think those things go hand-in-hand.

Rest

I've been exhausted lately. Like, I want to sleep all the time. Encapsulate for me, photograph please the thing that alleviates tire, exhaustion, sleepiness, weariness...


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it's the simple things

I don't know what it is about baked things. I love them. I even love simply walking through the baking aisle at the market. Cakes, regular or cupped size, cookies, breads... you name it, I probably want to eat it. Or bake it. Bake it, then eat it.

The other night we were strolling around downtown Wilmington and I saw that chalkboard sign. All the restaurants have them and they always say funny little things. But they had never read my mind. But, really, I did want it in my belly. Carrot Cupcake with Cream Cheese Frosting. Simply yummy.