Hi everyone. Sorry for posting so much!!
Anyway, please take a moment to watch the Kickstarter video for an upcoming documentary by someone who is definitely not me. She is extremely passionate about this project, and every donation helps.
Thanks!
Hi everyone. Sorry for posting so much!!
Anyway, please take a moment to watch the Kickstarter video for an upcoming documentary by someone who is definitely not me. She is extremely passionate about this project, and every donation helps.
Thanks!
Tink, SW and I are sitting on the couch, watching this and sobbing. Even thinking about it makes me tear up. Search engines get me every time.
Remember when I thought it would be funny if the Bible was like: “The Bible. By: God” ?
Well, then this happened:
The happiest thing would be if I woke up tomorrow and all the leaves were orange and red and yellow and brown.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
You should donate money to that anonymous Kickstarter thing I posted here a little while ago. I think it might be their birthday tomorrow, too.
While I know my story is not nearly as important as those from the Occupy Wall Street march, I am still offended and a little outraged. So, without further ado, here is the reason I am not a happy camper with the NYPD at the moment:
Last night around 1:30 AM, I was walking from one bar to…
Pumpkin spice is good. I’ve always loved it. And for some reason, I didn’t realize that it was something you could buy in a little plastic spice shaker thing until this morning when SW was making pumpkin spice pancakes. (Did I think that Starbucks had a little pumpkin farm in the back room and squeezed pumpkin juice into every individual cup of $5 falltime yumminess? Maybe subconsciously.)
I love the fall. It’s always been my favorite. Not just because my birthday is in ten days (in case you’re in the present-buying mood and are unsure of who to direct the gifts to) but because fall is just so magical. Even though almost all of the leaves outside are still green, I can still feel it. The air is crisp and the air conditioner is off and I’m snuggling under a blanket in my candycane pj bottoms handed down from SW. And I want to sprinkle pumpkin spice on everything.
I couldn’t imagine living somewhere without changing seasons. I feel like people in those places must just live differently. Maybe their lives are more constant, and we thrive on change? I couldn’t imagine life without giddiness for the changing season and exhaustion for the current one that has overstayed its welcome. I couldn’t imagine not having been born across from Central Park, with the leaves in their prime fall colors. (Obviously I have no recollection of this, but my mom likes to tell me about it all the time.) And even though the leaves are still green now, and even though the onset of fall is later and later each year, I still know it’s coming. And that makes it more exciting. More suspenseful.
This is rambly. But that’s ok. I’m happy to be back.
This was sent to me by a good friend. The one with whom I came up with the concept of The Cake.
Also, it’s been too long. I know I keep trying to make comebacks, and I’m sorry that I’m playing with your emotions. But I’m really going to try this time.
See you soon soon soon.
I came across this, and it looks awesome! They will appreciate any donation, small or large, and feel free to pass it along to anyone and everyone you who might be interested!
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/906648225/rain-in-summer-a-short-film