thoughts of thom yorke

a friend sent me a message saying that my blogs get her through her work day. that's too bad. excessive amounts of coffee and expired pastries get me through mine.

i got to spend 4 days with my family in sunny california when my sister graduated law school. best part of the trip was the choreographed dance my sister and i preformed to 90's christian hits. we forgot about amy grant. dang it!

if i'm being honest, i'm a little self conscious that i don't have extended degrees like my sisters. that's why im still holdin' on to my homecoming queen title. nothin' says intelligence like winning a competition because you dressed up like an oompa loompa and preformed a song from fiddler on the roof.

i miss my dog. no excuses. no appologiez. he loves me all the time and is always happy to see me and like treatz and will do whatever i tell him. where do i find a boy like dat?


i really like the idea of a coozy, but i don't drink anything in a can. can i have one without the other? i'll ask jesus when i get to heaven.

today i thought about working out. but then i thought about puppies, salsa, yogurt covered pretzels and radiohead's hail to the thief. so i didn't.

how do we feel about men in trench coats? if your answer is equal parts haunting and handsome, we're on the same page. i also feel the same way about christian bale.

i like watching movies from the early 2000's because their phones are worse than mine. comparison is the thief of joy, but also the bringer of technological self esteem.