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front (by Cassy Warren)

back (I think you're swell)
This is me being ridiculous and corny and nerdy and making a sort-of-valentine for my not-boyfriend (who I REALLY hope doesn’t read this blog [eta: OH GOD it’s the first result if you search for my username. HI EVERYONE]). I really like the ’50s and ’50s slang and “swell” became a part of my vocabulary with the first Matt (I really need to stop with the repeating names, don’t I?) and just sort of stuck and well, I do think this guy is swell and there’s a certain feeling I associate with that word and I get it and oh god this could go so terribly for me but anyway the waves are of course by Cassy because when do I ever use art from anyone else I mean really now.
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This is definitely my life with Annie. I’ll start telling her a story on to be stopped half way through and reminded that it’s a story about something that happened with her. And I’m sure I’d do this with any author I were to be in a relationship with. Actually, I’m sure I’ve DONE this with author’s I’ve known.
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@tsunamis/Jenna
1. why the “nope”/”no”? (I run poetry365, btw.) (you can email me the reason if you want.)
2. CHASING FAT BIRDS IS THE BEST EVER. I was once sitting in Union Sq Park and feeding the pigeons/sparrow thinggies and trying to catch them and then when a pigeon actually hit my hand with its wings I FREAKED THE FUCK OUT -
“Just my luck. This was my good humping leg too.”
And to make up for anyone who may have been offended by my previous posts (but still keeping with the theme!) I present you with this (which is on the “popular” page but whatever, pugs are aDORable!) and also mention (to those who don’t read my twitter) that I got to drink with a pug tonight at Drop Off Service. Yes (I really like parentheticals).
