“how i miss you and i just want to kiss you”
I’ve opened up a “new post” window every day this week. Sometimes multiple times, but i can’t seem to focus, so here is what i’ve wanted to be writing about.
Body image, food, health, all that. Thanks for your comments on the last post, and they’ve gotten me rolling on one of my favorite topics again. Perhaps i will write abot me for once, as i’ve nearly exhausted my opinions on this crap. Though you should be excited to hear that the FDA is looking into regulating health claims on food (Smart Choices, anyone?).
Why i think marriage is stupid (and why i want to get married).
Also, this is awesome –
How i failed to patch the leaks in our roof. But the living room is turning out lovely! And i can’t believe i spent four hours cleaning last night and only got the house back to a state of “livable.” Clearly i need to teach my roommates about this “trash bag” thing. And, you know, do dishes a bit more often.
Femme Guide to Butch Drinks, parts 5,6, and 7. Fall! and Real Butch Drinks (or, what my butch drinks) part one: girly drinks, part two: virgin cocktails.
I think veggie soup with grilled swiss cheese sandwich is my new favorite comfort food. Sorry, that’s all the foodie friday you get.
There have been wonderful femme-theory posts going about, and i want to join in! Mostly i want to explore the idea that femininity is inherently impractical. I was cought up in that for a long time.
And wonderful music posts! I love music (and, specifically, thanks to G for reminding me that it’s about damn time to hear Brandi Carlile’s new album. I’m newly obsessed with this song.)
Speaking of which, my favorite thing, at the moment, about being home alone is being able to blast to a song on repeat. Because it’s just something you simply oughtn’t subject other people to. Even if it is the damn best song ever at the moment.
"Dying Day" - Brandi Carlile