Monday, November 1, 2010

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good

There's a blister on my thumb, from where I burned it on a cookie sheet yesterday before church.  I fed some of those cookies to Nate later that evening when he came over for tea.  We talked about (everything, but at some point) church and how the two of us and Richard prayed over a woman having a seizure, and the awesome power of God.  Which we also talked about at Wendy's with Nate's friends, who I want to make my friends.

I wasted a lot of time last night, after the cookies and tea and talking, getting way too excited about Harry Potter.  Story of my life.

Also, I might be writing a novel... shh, don't tell.

My roommate is really awesome.  She's so good at loving me.  And she makes me laugh everyday.  Sometimes to the point that I cry.  And that's my favorite.  You should probably be friends with her.

Bon Iver is good for writing.  So is Franz Ferdinand.  But not together.
I'm gonna write you a letter.
I'm gonna write you a book.
I want to see your reaction.
I want to see how it looks.
I love you!


  1. Dear Anonymous Texter,
    Sad I didn't read this until now.
    But it's just gone and made my day.
    [brackets for you]
    You're lovely and your novel will be amazing.
    That's all.
    [more brackets.]

  2. So I was randomly past-stalking you, and just wanted to say that in this post of randomness and daily happenings, this parenthetical phrase (in context) is just my favorite thing ever:

    (everything, but at some point)