leopold is cleaning himself on my legs. cutes.

marcus, justin, and i made sangria tonight. then, i broke out the crafty self and had some fun.

ha!

justin (2:23:31 AM): i thought elissa was so funny at lunch today
justin (2:23:42 AM): do you ever pay attention to her eyebrows?
marcus (2:23:53 AM): no she was just plucking them though lol
justin (2:23:59 AM): she makes the funniest faces when shes thinking about stuff lol
marcus (2:24:03 AM): shes always cute n funny

band names are weird. the four i have in my recently added folder are iron & wine, kings of leon, the church, radical face. take it out of context.

it's been a mostly good day. my hair air dried whilst i was lying in bed, eating giant lemon heads- i mean, can it get better than that?

i feel irritated lately. i don't like being second guessed. i don't like feeling unappreciated.

there's a mountain of christmas gifts to wrap, a room to clean, cats to pet, a party to dress for, roommates to snuggle, laundry to finish, tepid tea to consume...

and the fire alarm on the third floor that's been beeping for three weeks might actually drive me to the brink of insanity. it might. why does it seem that i'm the only person in this apartment/house/building/world that likes to get shit done?
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from said bands, favorite lines:

it is good in my lady's house/ every shape that her body makes/ love is a fragile word/ in the air on the length we lay (iron & wine)

sometimes when this place gets kinda empty, the sound of the breath fades with the light; I think about the loveless fascination under the milky way tonight(the church)

ships are launching from my chest
some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost (radical face)

when I awoke, you were gone.
I thought of you watching me dream
eyelashes fanned across my cheeks
rosy and red from wine.


It was dark in my bed, warm
comfortable in the tick tock night
the passing cars
spinning their wheels
spitting rain water in their wake
It was comfortable. Dark, quiet.
Peace.


Sleep saved me
Salvation from awkward glances.
long silences.


I wanted to crawl away
into the wet November night.
Slither into oblivion
not return


now you’re on this night train home
is it wrong to hope I never see you again?

gifts

there i sat on my bed, a mere speck among a sea of gifts.

i'm over-gifting this year. i only really want to buy presents for my family, and boy, do i have a haul.

in the divine timing that he seems to have perfected, leopold sensed the exact moment at which each gift was in its most vulnerable state- between fold of paper and grasp for tape dispenser, after delicate crease- to sit on each present.

when my family wonders why the wrapping paper is a little worn and crinkled, why the penguins are a bit haggard on the outside of their parcels, i will only think to leopold. i wish he could be there on christmas morning- i can imagine his wide-eyed stare at the sea of paper, his frolick amid post present-opening bliss.

he's cuddling me now- perhaps this is why i speak so fondly?

it's raining, as usual.

My family is a strange bunch. I mean really. We're all strange.

In concentrated time frames and large numbers, it's truly intense, and I do fear the life and sanity of outsiders who enter into our ambit.

Right now, it's quiet house. Patrick has taken to his nightly ritual of big screen tv. marcus is editing a video. both cats are snoozing on my bed. for me it's tea and toast, how very (unpretentiously) british of me.

i just piled my toast plate onto my breakfast plate from this morning on my bed (don't judge me) (which has a habit of catching things in orbit in my room and temporarily homing them) and it disturbed the slumber of both cats. sorry, babies.

sometimes i forget to think about how stressful my day, week, moment is, and just watch people walk up and down my street in the thick, dark night. the cats breathing slowly- their bodies rising up and down. the cars, driving, directionless. bases pounding, windows fogged. the dark, hanging blanket of the sky, dappled with stars. the street lights casting eerie glows.

Wedding Thank Yous

Tonight I helped Mikki and Ezra write thank you cards for their wedding. Which was in July. What can I say, I'm a dedicated friend. Mostly, I was assigned to people they didn't know, who gave gifts but didn't come to the wedding. But writing is one of my specialties, especially card writing. I was all about putting a heartfelt, creative twist in my cards. Many of them read,

"Dear Rabbi and Mrs. Lifshitz,

Thank you so much for your generous gift. Ezra and I had a great time shopping for kitchen appliances with the gift card you gave us to Bloomingdales, as we love to shop and outfit our kitchen. We've recently come back from a beautiful and amazing honeymoon, and are settling into married life well. We couldn't be happier! We trust that everything is going well, and will see you at the next simcha. Sincerely, Mikki and Ezra"

right? pretty damn great.

what I really wanted to write was,

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Fishburn,

Thank you so much for your generous gift. Ezra and I spent it on crack cocaine and pornography- money well spent, if we do say so ourselves. Love, Mik and Ez"

I don't know these people, mikki and ez don't know these people, they don't know them..

mostly, i was just bored writing thank yous. and monotony never hits me well. I tire easily of routine, and grow impatient quickly. And then, I find myself writing to little old jewish ladies and their husbands about how their generous $250 check went straight to funding my bad habits. 

ahh, c'est la vie 

dream machine- did you get everything you asked for?

mark farina: dream machine

what you thinking of
man what you do and what you think you can do
what you are
what you do
looking out, it ripples on the dance floor
what you mean is what you get
did you forget to know what the end is?
to begin clearing
looking out, it ripples on the dance floor

dream machine
did you get everything you asked for?
dream machine
rattlesnake charmed on the dance floor

love’s rage
broken page
electric lights and glass bone nights
electric lines run through your minds
distractions with radio contraptions
pipe ashes
night glasses
tick-tock
hear the wind lick the window
ignited
you’re invited
grow wings sprouting from the backbone

dream machine
mister jones you don’t know what you came for
dream machine
rattlesnake charmed on the dance floor

we are like those two mirrors steaming in the rain
oh, we are those two lovers holding each other’s hands
dream with me
dream with me
rattlesnake charmed on the dance floor

listen:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xovvlcJrlvQ

I feel remorseful...

I feel bad that the Itster never gets publicly recognized.







I know I look like a baby drug addict in this picture. But Itty Bitty looks so cute.

Ha! I love this photo because she doesn't have a sense of humor at all... this was totally out of character.

We're all so tired.

Everyone's snuggled into bed, two cats warm and toasty, smelling like candy corn and earth and breathing heavily, dreaming their cat-y dreams, whatever those are.

I feel like this is a legitimate craft... I did pin curls in my hair. I only left the first set up for about three hours (and utilized, oh, a bottle and a half of hair spray) and got the perfect wave. I loved it. That night I did overnight pin curls and woke up with a very vivacious curl.... but, too awkward and bouncy for my taste.


I haven't been crafting a lot. Work takes up most of my time, and then seeing people or babysitting. At the end of the day, I don't necessarily want to make art. I thought I had more art pictures than this, but this'll do for now. I finally paid my respects to the beheaded Fortress.

And, I can barely do a post without posting a picture of Cutepold.