Sunday, November 14, 2010

why is it that i get such strangely prophetic roommates sometimes?

first erin, now elizabeth,
who tells me,
"your body hates you right now."
i know.

also i'm turning 20 in ten days. i don't want to be 20, and i certainly don't want to deal with being 20 ten days from now.
dear extracurricular (theatre) activities,
i just want to do my homework. is that so much to ask?

Saturday, November 13, 2010


so the housemate with the figs a few weeks back, the one made of magic? she is still so wonderful. so full of delightful. i made chocolate chip cookies yesterday. i made half full o' butter and half vegan, so that i could share a few with her. then i found this note on my computer this morning:

dear Emma,
Thank you for the wonderful vegan cookies. (I ate them in the night.) You are total marriage material.
*and then she put a shiny grasshopper sticker at the bottom.*

and apparently i am marriageable. go figure. tell it to my lonely hands and the playwriting places in my heart&spine. i could fall over.