16 February 2011


The Asian Flush. First to pass out gets a turdilicous manicure! NYE 2010.

04 February 2011


Strangers laughing.


I love you, I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I've ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm. Your eyes are like that, did you know? Well they are. How many minutes ago was I? Twenty? Had I brought my feelings up to then? It doesn't matter. I love you so much more now than twenty minutes ago that there cannot be comparison. I love you so much more now than when you opened your hovel door, there cannot be comparison. There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you to ask it something so it can obey. Do you want me to follow you for the rest of your days? I will do that. Do you want me to crawl? I will crawl. I will be quiet for you or sing for you, or if you are hungry, let me bring you food, or if you have thirst and nothing will quench it but Arabian wine, I will go to Araby, even though it is across the world, and bring a bottle back for your lunch. Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do. I know I cannot compete with the Countess in skills or wisdom or appeal, and I saw the way she looked at you. And I saw the way you looked at her. But remember, please, that she is old and has other interests, while I am seventeen and for me there is only you. Dearest Westley—I’ve never called you that before, have I?—Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley, Westley,—darling Westley, adored Westley, sweet perfect Westley, whisper that I have a chance to win your love.

The Princess Bride by William Goldman (via thechocolatebrigade)


The cheese grater. And mosaic sculpture in Gangnam.



One of my favorite color combinations; one of my favorite patterns. They work nicely side by side. Don't know if I could stomach them together.

03 February 2011




Afternoon naps on the heated floors after driving for 2 hours before the sunrise, and 3 hours of dangling shiny things through holes in a frozen lake in an attempt to acquire fresh, floppy salmon for lunch.

01 February 2011


No school for five days! Me too, yall! ME TOOOO RRRAAWWWWRRRRRRRRRRR!