Being down on myself is exceedingly easy these days. I am such a shit to my parents. I can't believe it. I used to be a good child. Subconscious overdue teenage rebellious stage? What a terrible thought.
Eccentricities are only cute to a certain degree. I need to learn when to mask certain facets of my personality and when to show them freely.
I want to start taking more photos.
Oooh! Steph is moving all of my stuff into the new house here in a few days. I am so beyond excited for that biznass come August. Great googly-moogly. I just inherited my sister's bed (she inherited it from my mom's boyfriend) as well, and that is fan-fucking-tastic because it is a ridiculously comfortable bed (of appropriate size - not too big, not too small). Who knows, maybe I'll start to feel more adult if I stop sleeping on something similar to what I imagine soldiers slept on in the trenches of WWI (Hyperbole?! Never!). It even has a nice matching frame and everything. Exciting! And alllll fo' free!
I'm also getting a giant, ugly couch if I so desire. With matching love seat (speaking of, what a misnomer. Everyone knows you're loving on the couch). I will re-cover the cushions, because currently they are decorated with a quaint country scene containing barns and wagons. Not really my style.
GAWD. Life hardest.
Anyway. I'm way tired, so I'll leave you with some random images of the now:
This is just Judi Dench and Cate Blanchett (co-stars in the excellent film "Notes on a Scandal"). I don't know, I just think they're pretty great.
San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom awaiting the ruling on Gay Marriage in California. Awesome. Totally dreamy.
How true.
DANG!
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