the teenage dream lives!

Tonight as I was driving over the bridge, the moon was a perfect crescent.

Art and my B on a Thursday night

I was really excited to find this new Elizabeth Bishop book.

This excited, me too. Annaville on a book cover!

Oh no.

I thought I was deleting my 100 Blogger pictures from my fancy new phone, but I was actually deleting them period. I was so sad when I realized what I'd done. I went back and replaced some of them tonight, but one that I can't find is the one I used as the cover photo. I took it in 2006 on a beach in Santa Cruz with Lindsay and Ashley, and Cody is the long haired shadow. WAH. Here's a new one. My old neighborhood in IV.

there must be a reason for all the looks we gave

I think I'm not good at talking about my feelings. I'd rather write them down somewhere in a way that isn't easy for others to read. One hour of feeling-sharing at work put me near tears. Maybe J was right, I'm just a baby.

bike ride day

it's everywhere

I hear it when I drive to work in the morning. Coming from the mail room at work. On my way home from work. I've almost, almost had my fill of somebody that I used to know. And my hair needs a trim and feels like hay, my hair dye is no longer being made or at least is not called "cinnaberry" anymore making it hard for me to find, and I am in agony waiting to get a response from someone about something potentially exciting... but I'm just going to remember Paul and the Philipians, not worry, and try to be joyful.

why is this so funny

Little things that remind me of the smallness of Baltimore make me giddy. Of course a guy from the internet who I went on a boring date with would end up marrying a girl who rudely doodled on my resume during a job interview. That kind of thing happens! Once, Meagan was telling me a story about a guy her boyfriend at the time knew... And a few minutes later, we walked into the Dunkin Donuts in the sketchy shopping center by our apartment, and there was a man ordering donuts with his two sons, and he was showing his sons a picture of the guy we were just talking about. Another time, I kept seeing the same person around town, again and again. Meg, my mom and I were driving to dinner in a neighborhood I didn't usually hang out in, Harbor East, and I told Meg to give me twenty dollars if we saw this person. Ten minutes later, there he was running in the rain. Yeah Baltimore!