( Best of Craigslist, Vol 1. )


the last one is my favorite.

You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land I love.
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

You're a grand old flag,
You're a high flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You're the emblem of
The land I love.
The home of the free and the brave.
Ev'ry heart beats true
'neath the Red, White and Blue,
Where there's never a boast or brag.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.

the anticipation is killing me.

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I really, really want to learn to do the charleston.

I don't care what you think, as long as it's about me.

the birds are singing amidst a downpour.
...literally and metaphorically.

my waking life has never filled me with this much of a sense of happiness and worth.

all sarcasm aside, this summer has been seriously amazing so far.
well... extremely crooked yet unsuspectingly pleasant.
many forms of connection: re-, dis-, new.


( firm grip: returns. )



p.s.
homemade veggie corndogs are magic.

My alter ego today is the seductive beast of my Animagus, whose superpower is to master self-control to tame fears or impulses to prove of what stuff I'm made. I boldly go... but a willful heart is part of my secret identity. My infinite fortitude is seen by what I do, sacrifice or defy to stand up for what I feel is right, including admitting when I'm wrong, keeping out of it or not dignifying responses provoked by moral cowards and brutes. When resolve is tested I draw on the courage of my true character from the more savage or humble virtues of my natural instincts to maintain objective by composure. This enables me to hold my tongue against bravado, repress claws at empty threats, and not turn tail in pride against passion when it's hard or inconvenient, but to persuade through self-restraint until assimilation is complete or resistance is futile.

Things that lead me to believe that the universe has definately gone crooked:
- Last night I went to a bar and had a GOOD time?!
- My agoraphobia is slowly disappearing
- I've been jobless for 6 months, yet still survive.


GOOD NEWS!
I taught myself how to screen print. Mmm. Photos soon.

see this guy?



if it weren't for him, the past month wouldn't have been bearable.




ian + sarah = best life savers in the world

If a teammate drops the ball, do you:

a. quit the game
b. throw the ball in your teammate's face
c. pick up the ball and start running in the direction your teammate was supposed to?

it feels like i'm fifteen again.
as of the past 48 hours, i've been wearing a crooked smile and lunatic eyes.

i want to run naked in the streets and smash glass bottles over my head.

my body hasn't been this sore in fucking forever. curses to hours of deep muscle tremors.

today i was informed that i've won two tickets to antiques roadshow in grand rapids this august. AHAHAHA! so fucking pumped. this is the best mother's day present i'll ever be able to give my mom. finally, something worth looking forward to!!! we are freaking out a little.

"Friendly Advice to a Lot of Young Men"

Go to Tibet
Ride a camel.
Read the bible.
Dye your shoes blue.
Grow a beard.
Circle the world in a paper canoe.
Subscribe to The Saturday Evening Post.
Chew on the left side of your mouth only.
Marry a woman with one leg and shave with a straight razor.
And carve your name in her arm.

Brush your teeth with gasoline.
Sleep all day and climb trees at night.
Be a monk and drink buckshot and beer.
Hold your head under water and play the violin.
Do a belly dance before pink candles.
Kill your dog.
Run for mayor.
Live in a barrel.
Break your head with a hatchet.
Plant tulips in the rain.

But don't write poetry.

- Charles Bukowski

hi. i sewed some shoes/slippers.

they're seriously amazing and i want to wear them forever, but i am broke. so. they are for sale.

CHECK EM OUT.

"Our silk-sick human smiles wrap around
us like somebody else's confetti:
we do not even belong to the Party."

"Beware Those Who Seek Constant

Crowds; They Are Nothing

Alone"




i ♥ chuck.