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Just got back from breakfast and running errands with the boy. I am filled with tiny potatoes, coffee, and the joyous lingering scent of Michaels in the Fall.
I will probably just set up a tent in Hobby Lobby/Michaels/Craft Stores Here and There until the end of the year. All the Fall stuff, and Fall-colored stuff, is out on display.
I pretty much shit my pants every time I walk in. I look like this.

I don't know what it is. I am a creative/crafty person, always have been inclined to create (no matter how much it sucks), but half the shit I see in there I'd have no idea what to do with it. I just want it because it's pretty and swirly and it makes my orange/red/cream/brown/leafy-loving heart go pitter patter. Who doesn't want to purchase that pitter patter? Luckily I am blessed with the self-control not to buy giant swirly leafy objects that belong in the mansion-sized garden I do not possess. The front of our apartment has a patch of grass with a dead tree on it. I don't think that qualifies as a yard, let alone a background worthy of Tim Burtonesque decor. Well.... maybe the dead tree. If Tim doesn't mind his artwork smelling like neighborhood cat piss.
I digress.

This is how I know that my wedding can be nothing but a Fall wedding. It's bad enough I had never in my life entertained the idea of marrying another human being until I began dating Chuck. Marry a large gnarly tree? Yes. Marry a tetchy tortoiseshell cat? Totally, if society would accept us. But another human? Surely you jest.
The joke is clearly on me. I'm okay with it.
So the only idea I DO have, is that weddingish things should be in tune with my leaf-shaped heart and nothing else will do.

Assuming, that is, we don't get blown off the face of the earth by a hurricane. Bad Fall season. Bad.
Hurricanes: Louisiana's own personal big-ass leaf blower.

The more I start thinking about our wedding next year, the people, the places, the cost, the strain... the more I just want to elope. Chuck is okay with eloping. I am okay with it. We can use the money our folks will give us to TRAVEL. But we can picture the disappointment in the eyes of our family members and comrades who truly do want to share in the festivities... and it makes us rethink the whole thing.
So we start trying to compromise. Well, if we do a super small festivity, then THIS person or THIS person will not be invited and they will hate us forever. If we invite THIS person, THIS person will HAVE to come. A few minutes later, we're back in the largish costly semi-formal Square One.

I just don't know.


You know, sometimes I wish I was a little more mysterious than I am.



  • FIRST OF ALL, THIS. Although it's not particularly feasible, the thought of it gives me a giggle and a grin.

  • I always knew what it was, but lately I've become completely obsessed with steampunk elements. It's just... so insanely awesome. It just is.

  • I have decided that I find Jason Segel intensely sexy.

  • I enjoy wearing other people's clothes. If you leave a shirt over at my house, I will wear it around. If I borrow a shirt of yours, I will probably not give it back. Not on PURPOSE, but I simply won’t think about it, even as I am wearing it again. I have probably sampled each of Chuck's shirts at least once.
    I wear your clothes. I WEAR THEM UP.
    (Worst impression ever.)


  • I need new music in my life. Send me mixes. Please.

  • I love these damn things. I ate one a day as a kid, swear it. I still do eat them on occasion, gotta love the fact that the gum is always unchewable. Now they have them with.... TWO GUM BALLS at the bottom. TWO.

    HEY GUYS. Post a picture of something in the comments. Okay, wait. I got it. Pretend that I was temporarily blind. I have JUST regained my sight. What is the first thing you would want me to see?
  • Comments

    ( 17 little wonders — Say Something )
    Aug. 30th, 2009 09:15 pm (UTC)
    first thing I'd show myself...

    Cheerful, baby, poopy-pants Me.
    As I like to always remember myself.
    Aug. 30th, 2009 10:18 pm (UTC)
    Well, it's what I'd wanna see anyway...
    Aug. 31st, 2009 12:19 am (UTC)
    Re: Well, it's what I'd wanna see anyway...
    In no way, shape, or form would I be disappointed to see this.
    Aug. 31st, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)
    Re: Well, it's what I'd wanna see anyway...
    and he's probably the one who restored your sight, lol
    Aug. 31st, 2009 01:53 am (UTC)

    i had one of those gum ball ice cream things the other day! it was amazing!
    Sep. 8th, 2009 11:40 pm (UTC)
    EEEEEDDIE! You gals are too good to me.
    Aug. 31st, 2009 04:14 am (UTC)

    Then I'd go JUST KIDDING and you'd see my bright shining mug:

    Plus my cat Shenanigans because he's cute and he was nearby so I decided to harass him. He hates it when you kiss him right on the face:

    My mom has this really great picture of this face he makes when you do that, but she hijacked her iPhone. How dare she! He looks like he has indigestion.

    Anyway then I'd show you this picture because it has one of your great loves on the left and one of mine on the right:

    Then I'd cry with happiness. Because you can see of course...and not because Michael C. Hall and Gerard Butler are so close to each other. Clearly.

    As to your wedding, I'm a big fan of eloping. I say do it, then have like a bigass party later. Like those people who get married twice, except you don't have to get married twice. You just need to have a bigass party. In my head, eloping is the only form of marriage I would find acceptable for myself. I actually had a joke with someone once in which we constantly decided to elope. We would set dates for it...this Friday...we'd decide to get married on the Matterhorn at Disneyland and Switzerland. It was good times. I actually have a short film draft based on that. Sort of. (It's about two people who don't know each other well deciding to elope, but discovering after a series of scheduling conflicts that they have nothing in common. Or something.)

    Well you know. You could have an anniversary party! Except make it an anniversary that doesn't make sense...like your...42-day anniversary. That actually does make sense. 37-day anniversary?
    Sep. 8th, 2009 11:39 pm (UTC)
    This was genius, btw. Mmmm Gerry!

    I'd like to read this film draft.. hrm.
    Sep. 18th, 2009 03:29 am (UTC)
    It's on a piece of paper somewhere. It's so much better when I just describe it, I'm sure.

    And mmm, Gerry indeed. There're so many great things about that picture, but I have not yet seen the movie, which is killing me, but I have not had two full free hours since it came out. I think I'll go see it on Saturday afternoon, though, since...Dexter...and Gerry...and Peter Petrelli...are all together! Together at last!
    Aug. 31st, 2009 04:51 pm (UTC)
    Anonymous=Sara by the way.

    Ok.. now how to post a picture in this dammned thing... uh...

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    Aug. 31st, 2009 04:52 pm (UTC)
    oh be sure to view the pic full size
    Aug. 31st, 2009 06:22 pm (UTC)
    If I was coming out of blindness to this, I would think much has changed in the world. Then I may kill myself to avoid living in said world.

    That aside, it's a pretty sweet picture.
    Sep. 2nd, 2009 02:52 am (UTC)
    I find steampunk SO. FUCKING. FASCINATING. I am so curious and I wish I knew someone who could explain it all to me in intense detail.

    Sep. 8th, 2009 11:36 pm (UTC)

    And Steampunk? Rocks my world. I don't even know why. It's hard to explain.
    Sep. 2nd, 2009 04:57 am (UTC)

    Also, I don't know what it is, but I just cannot find Jason Segel attractive for the life of me. In fact, I think he actively repulses me. I haven't seen any of his movies, it's just something about his naked body in the previews for Forgetting Sarah Marshall that turned me off. He reminds me of someone I hate.
    Sep. 8th, 2009 11:38 pm (UTC)
    Kitties and breasticles? Awesome.

    See, Jason Segel is the opposite with me. He's like a combination of things I enjoyed in the boys I've liked in the past, and Chuck. I guess I'm a fool for a silly bastard.

    Although I've seen Forgetting Sarah Marshall a couple times, I'd much rather watch him play piano than stand around naked. Eh.
    Sep. 15th, 2009 03:40 pm (UTC)
    Why not have an "immediate family only" ceremony with moms dads brothers and sisters in MS on one day and then a weekend or so later...have a hugefuckingparty somewhere in BR where you can invite all of those "other peoples". It's a thought. Saves you having to be all formal and such and you can even do a weird 80's/pirate/hooker theme or something. It's a thought.
    ( 17 little wonders — Say Something )