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I'm just saying...
- Houseguests are like newborns: Great pains should be taken to keep them asleep.
- Sometimes I think everyone I know is on the spectrum.
- Best to avoid any gas pump that also offers diesel.
- Skip the exit interview.
- When did car windshields get impossible to clean on the inside?
- Cookbooks should be very clear about which recipe is featured on the cover.
- Penne is the saddest pasta.
- Don't eat a dish named after a volcano.
- Nobody cares about your app.
- It's time to remove that note at the end of your emails asking people not to print them.
- If you think about it, gum is weird.
- Business idea: TV channel devoted to terror attacks.
- Please don't tell me about your favorite TV show.
- The more reachable I've become, the less likely I am to answer my phone.
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- You got a look in your eye when you're saying goodbye, like you want to say hi
- I'll settle for a cup of coffee, but you know what I really need
- Don't give me that bullshit, you know who I am. I'm your nightmare little man
- Sometimes I stand in the middle of the floor, not going left, not going right
- Trust me, I'm a doctor. And you suffer from a rare form of attractiveness
- It was love about to happen, I'm serious
- I'll shake this world off my shoulders. Come on, baby, this laugh's on me
- I'm hot, and I don't care who knows it. I got a job to do
- I want to take you down to the side of the city where the sun doesn't shine and the moon isn't pretty
- All I ask is to live each moment free from the past
- No family is safe when I sashay
- I never dreamt that I would get to be the creature that I always meant to be
- I can't wait to put the icing on the cake
- I'll see you and I'll raise you off the floor. I'll floor you and we'll dance without a band
- Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend
- Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before
- Your eyes are burning holes through me. I'm gasoline. I'm burning clean
- There's one year of my life in these songs, and some of them are about you
- I'm not a slut! I just love love
- Never stop living here till it eats the heart from your soul, keeps down the sound of your silent sigh
- This will be the last time I ever do your hair
- Maybe we could walk around, all day long. Walk around, all day long
- They tell me God forgives you for almost anything you do
- If you need me, I'll be where my reputation don't precede me
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26 July 2012
This Summer's Flowers
The house we rent in Connecticut has a lovely garden, but as renters, we don't decide what's planted there—especially this year, because our rental started in late June. I noticed a couple new plants that weren't that exciting, but then the thistles showed up.
I love the round ones; the spiky ones sort of freak me out, like they should be viewed under black light. They look like what a heavy metal fan would draw on his textbook covers. Neither, however, can compete with this strumpet. If you know what type of flower it is, please let me know. (Update: My mom says it's a hollyhock.)
29 March 2012
12 September 2011
My Mutant Flower
Here's one last shot of my favorite flower. It looks exactly the same on the other side.
A Spectral Flower
I was tending to the garden this weekend when I spotted a flower in one of the lamb's ear plants. I barely touched it with the clippers, just to get a better look, and it broke off (and quickly withered away). It already looked magical, with its translucency and black lines, and the sudden death only added to the effect. Later, Adam suggested it might have been a mushroom rather than part of the lamb's ear plant. I can't find anything online either way.
07 September 2011
My Mutant Flower
I've been spending quite a bit of time tending to the garden this summer—I've enjoyed it more than I would've expected, although I shouldn't be surprised because at some point it's not unlike editing. Also, it gives me a reason to be outside. I could do without having to mass-murder Japanese beetles, though; if we ever buy a house, we'll skip the roses.
Mushrooms (including stinkhorns!) haven't been the only strange news around our place. My favorite flower is a mutant, two purple daisies (or daisy-like flowers—I'm not good with the flower names yet) that are conjoined. I noticed it before it was a just a bud, and last weekend the petals really began growing. Adam hates it, but I think it's makes all the other daisies look dull.