just a thought.

you know what i was thinking yesterday?

there is no scent--none in all the world--that i love more than a just-blown-out-birthday-candle.

yeah.
that's all.

sometimes, late at night, i don't want to go to bed.

because life is too short and life is too sweet and i could cry for all the moments missed.

a list.

i start shaking now--when something upsets me.
visibly.
it would be embarrassing but that it only happens in private.

my favorite pair of shoes cost a mere twenty-two dollars.
twenty-two dollars, i say!

the stress of (not) moving is giving way to thoughts of potted plants, easter brunches, and open windows.

i like to sleep with my feet hanging off the bed.
or diagonally.
depending on my mood.

there's nothing i like quite so much as climbing under the covers immediately following a bath.

speaking of lists, a friend recently listed all of my failed romantic ventures.
all together, on paper, they seem a bit laughable.
but they are mine and i claim them as such.

(and yes, my legs are so white they actually glow.
and i am not--i repeat--not ashamed).

a guide to a successful self-portrait session. (in the bathroom).

1. stop worrying about whether it's narcissistic. it is. move on.

2. pull out your bumpit. if your gonna engage the ego, might as well add a bit of whimsy.

3. choose a bathroom with strong lighting to wash out any flaws.

4. make sure the camera is in focus, even if you are not.

5. know that for every 10 photos you take there might be 1 good one. and that's a pretty successful ratio.

no, but in all seriousness, i joke about this and i take excessive amounts of bathroom shots because i actually have a tremendous fear of having my photo taken. darn that last vestige of ned. but i'm working on it. here's to the day when i won't need to ever employ the bathroom photo shoot again!

and since i'm feeling "in the answering questions mood": the lipstick worn in my other bathroom shoot was benefit lip stain in posietint.

intelligence. mine ended long before the download.

does anyone remember the ill-fated honesty box on facebook?

it was one of those silly and absurd applications that sounds oh-so-intriguing at the time.

people could "deposit" little notes in your box about what they really thought of you.

tickled by the premise, i posted it to my profile:  fantastic, bring it on!

oh, dear. i should have known.

and that's when it happened. someone left a little note saying something along the lines of: just because you're prettier than everyone else doesn't make you better. 

awesome.

and because the honesty box was really classy, you could actually respond.

so i accessed my inner-snark and wrote back: if you knew me at all, you'd know that i don't think i'm better than people because of what i look like, but because i'm smarter than everyone else. 

yes, the high-road. obvs.

(i know, i know. not. my finest hour. and yet...not a response i regret).

my honesty box stayed around just long enough for someone to say something cruel enough that i left facebook all together for a time.

i don't know if the honesty box still even exists.  or if its been relegated to the same place that all those facebook-stalker-revealer-applications eventually end up. because let's be honest--no one wants a facebook application that will let us see who's been viewing our page--(aka: lets others know we've been viewing their page. a lot. too much. way too. much, even).

coming across the above image reminded me of the story. 

and because it's late and i'm tired and why not? i thought i'd share.