bloody knuckles and blistered heels

i had a good weekend. i like it when seattle comes to utah. i love phil collins. i love the great salt lake. i love sugar for breakfast. i love forgetting about reality. i love golden spikes. i love having only 7 polaroids left! i love marble staircases. i love magical butterflies. i love 3.3 billion year old rocks and oldest trees in town and secret swings and ensign peaks and eating in old train cars and and and dot dot dot 

personal notes: RIP Nicci (it's a car) and please bless my mama

just jill

Just Jill's in UTAH! not connecticut, UTAH. i'm just sitting here ticking down the minutes till i get to see her. jill's like, my best friend. she's like, the missing ingredient in my life right now. she's like, the reason summer2005 rocked my world. she's like, been a good friend ALWAYS. we like, had a family plan for our cell phones (and i was always going over on my texts and she was always the responsible one reminding me to pay the bill). i don't know if my mom has ever been more right than when she urged me to be friends with jill way back in '96 (or was it '95? point is-it's been a while). course i had bigger fish to fry (less cool people to try to be exactly like even though they didn't have 1/5 the substance jill does). i'm really glad i came to my senses on this one. we are basically nothing alike, jill and i. and i don't know why we get eachother so well but we just do so i don't waste my time asking questions. it's things like her saying we can just watch a movie (i'll bet you $10 it's tommy boy-or-10 things i hate about you-orrr-clueless) and eat lots of cookie dough tonight that make me love her. she always knows what i need. it's almost weird how good she is at being my friend. sometimes i think about what she does for me and i kinda wonder what's in this friendship for her. i'm just really excited to see her.

(I don't remember what we're doing in this picture. I just know that it was during summer2005. And I think we were either rollerskating or this was the night we went to Utah Lake and laid on the docks for no reason and saw that skunk! and that those smiles are as authentic as they come. and that i miss that shirt.)

i wasn't even looking for this. i swear. it found me.

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deconstruckt

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one man's crisis is another man's sweet roll.

There's been a lethal combination of cleaning out all my magazines, rearranging decorative accessories in my house, re-visiting favorite recipes and just a general attempt at harnessing my chi (I don't even know if I actually know what that means but I think I get it well enough to use it in a blah post) going on around my place and it's left me surrounded by some great quotes. And they kind of really do help do all those things I just listed. And anyway-here's one of my favorites:

"As we grow older and realize more clearly the limitations of human happiness, we come to see that the only real and abiding pleasure in life is to give pleasure to other people."

-P.G. Wodehouse

So—if I invite you over for chimichangas/cinnamon stack biscuits/really dense nut-filled sweet rolls/sun chips/etc., please say yes. And then act like you're so full of pleasure you could burst. And your pretended pleasure will fill me with real pleasure (because i gave you pleasure). Which, in turn, will fill you with real pleasure because you gave me real pleasure. (and yes, all i can think about while typing this is "you are giving me pleassssssure.")