i don't consider myself an ass woman by any means, but i really like butts a whole lot.
boys who shower and have manners and have used the word glorious in the last 8 months and will let me mess up their hair whenever i want to.
girls who cuss and belch and are going to hell too; let's hang out now so we can be elitist snobs when we're damned.
people who don't suck quite so bad.
people who suck something awful, so i have the opportunity to laugh at someone elses' expense.
art is good. books can be good. music is nice.
sleeping deeply. waking up late. eating something i like. sitting down. sketching. yawning. writing. stretching my arms. cracking my back. taking a long shower. drinking a lot. remembering a good dream.
i don't like salsa but it's nothing to get pissy about.
someone who hates pedestrian moms who use their strollers as sidewalk weapons just as much as do. i don't care if she squeezed one out, big friggin' deal. that doesn't make her better than the rest of us. bitch.
oh yeah. and:
and:
because it was all just a big misunderstanding.
mirah, the pixies, okkervil river, tv on the radio. nothing else.
only those handcrafted by the david lynch.
blow out
last exit to brooklyn. how the hula girl sings. amy hempel's short stories.
my spouse regina for providing those beautiful seal pictures. match made in heav, i swear. martin parr.