Sunny side up.

"Anna Paquin is adorable."
"Not really."
"YES SHE IS!"

Days off are great. I went to the library. Have been reading and watching Supernatural (with Matt) and True Blood (without Matt) and rum and cokes are quite relaxing. And we eat more breakfast around here than can be considered healthy but who can argue with eggs and hash browns?

A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.

A habit that you wish you didn’t have.

Biting my nails because that means I can't paint them weird colors and have no excuse to attract attention to my hands with ridiculous jewelry. But I'm trying!

A picture of you and your friends.

The meaning behind your Tumblr name: somethingplace

"Only a few months into our marriage," writes the grandfather, "we started marking off areas in the apartment as 'Nothing Places,' in which one could be assured of complete privacy, we agreed that we never would look at the marked-off zones, that they would be nonexistent territories in the apartment in which one could temporarily cease to exist."

"We were trying to make our lives easier, trying, with all our rules, to make life effortless. But a friction began to arise between Nothing and Something, in the morning the Nothing vase cast a Something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that, at night the Nothing light spilled from the guest room spilled under the Nothing door and stained the Something hallway, there's nothing to say. "

— Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)

A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

1. Italian herbs and cheese bread from Subway is heavenly.
2. I don't really think it was a good idea to get jalapenos on my sandwich but I like the anticipation.
3. I'm just talking to you about food right now because I'm fat at heart.
4. Do I have to pee right now? I can't tell.
5. Yes these are facts about me.
6. Seriously I grow so tired of being so narcissistic as to sit down and list facts about myself.
7. I'm allergic to avocados. I think guacamole looks like baby shit so I'm ok with this.
8. I'm wondering if I'll be able to get through The Book Thief. The writing style is hard to get used to. But I've only read a bit so far and I've heard good things.
9. I did in fact take a bath yesterday.
10. My token would be a knife for shanking people. I don't think anyone in the movie got this right.
11. I've decided next time I drink (whenever that is in a land far far away) it's gonna be Jager and Red Bull. I miss long nights.
12. Ron Jeremy was in Ghostbusters.
13. Sookie, are you gonna have sex with Eric or what? I mean he graveled your driveway and he really wants to gravel your driveway if you know what I mean and I think you do, Sookie.
14. Cobb was not dreaming at the end, people, seriously. It wobbled. There was wobbling.
15. Mockingjay and LOST release on the same day... what do I do!?

Hello. Goodbye. Hello.

I hate the way people talk to babies as though they want these miniature adults to grow up with speech impediments. When I originally typed that I wrote 'speed impediments' hey bark twice for Faster. I love that I'm alive. I wish I owned mason jars. I have a strong urge to be naked. Nothing sexual. Today I feel caged by tank tops and over shirts and pants I wouldn't wear anywhere that wasn't work. I like the smell of Brussels sprouts. I don't think I like Brussels sprouts. I suddenly find myself wondering why vegetables deserve capitalization. I think the movie The Lovely Bones gave the Mom too much leniency and hid the truth of the story from its audience. We had to move the dog's cage into the living room in case of whining (due to new neighbors who are quite possibly drug dealers) and I hate that now he see's me when I get home before I can make it to my coveted shower stall. I hate that he see's me walk past him to work too, always late, so I give him a treat. I do my best. It's four minutes until 5:30.

You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.

I was just hit with the sudden urge to do nothing else but drive immediately home, slip into a bath and read for the rest of the night; eventually diving in until my hands are wrinkled with the hours of age and dreams i'd become enveloped in, and afterward, eventually, slide my fresh and cushioned body into bed until sleep comes.

Unfortunately this quiet little dream is a bit obstructed by the lack of the perfect claw foot tub but it'll do.

Come on skinny love just last the year.

The Lovely Bones is even more gut wrenching in novel format. They definitely toned the movie down to make it more family friendly; though the movie was certainly disturbing too. Susie Salmon may be a fictional character but she's also representative of all the young girls/women this sort of thing really does happen to. It's hard to read. So I am lucky to be here and not away in pieces. We all are. Because we survived. All the little troubles seem far away. My physical appearance could use some work but what does it matter that my hair hasn't been touched in months. I am waiting until I can put it all into a pony tail. It is uneven like everything is. My eyebrows are as thick as thieves. Maybe that one I can rectify. I notice these things but they don't seem to really matter in the grand scheme. People out there are being defiled and murdered somewhere, who am I to worry about some paperwork or forgotten wax? Because it's hard? Because we want to be better or happier or sleep a little easier in our beds? Who the fuck are we to cry out over things so nearly pain free? Day by day. I curl inwards, words scrolling by, and I wait. Day by day.

And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade
To keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet
This structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go

I have this dream of being whole.

“Sometimes I feel like there’s a hole inside of me, an emptiness that at times seems to burn. I think if you lifted my heart to your ear, you could probably hear the ocean. The moon tonight, there’s a circle around it. Sign of trouble not far behind. I have this dream of being whole. Of not going to sleep each night, wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing… I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”

New friend.

The case I want is out of stock at the moment but i'll have to get it when it comes in. I already got a smudge on the back and naturally I like to drop things.

On a recent trip to the gas station:

I am pretty much the epitome of classy.

Bullshit.

I write like
Ernest Hemingway

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Re: Dexter

HOLY MUTHER OF WHAT THE FUCK?

Well, so much for getting back to my book.

Next episode please.

The Hunger Games.

I can already see how this book is going to become addicting. I've just started it and I already don't want to put it down for dinner. I love the smell of adobo drifting throughout my house. Yellow rice is started and black beans are prepared to cook. I wasn't going to cook because I was in a bad mood but Matt had already set the chicken out to defrost before he left for work so I said to hell with it. I might as well eat good while I can, right? And obviously if I have to play my own round of Hunger Games it's not going to be nearly as bad as I imagine it is for these kids. More reading, Dexter, Food, and more reading! No Supernatural tonight, unfortunately, no matter how Matt whines of missing it. We finished season two a couple of days ago and I am waiting for season three to come in at the library. Should be in tomorrow. They didn't have it at BJ's (my membership gives me some good deals on books and dvd's... I got s2 for only $18.99) but I can get season four there later. I'm trying to get him into Dexter but he says it's slow paced. Serial killing takes time, man! Work tomorrow :( Actually have to do a lot of it since I got irritated today and passed a good portion of my time redoing my layout here and on Tumblr which relaxes me for some reason. Fuck the man.

Rain rain. This weekend someone (or two) peed on my dog. This is why I almost never allow people in my home. I'm really glad my point has been made. Don't need it. And seriously if you're going to say "It's just a dog." and when I question you and you realize I was listening throw your gloves up in the air and say "That's not what I meant." you probably never should have said anything, Michael. You big liar you. That's exactly what you meant. Though I bet if someone peed on your gloves it would be a real tragedy. The real kicker was that the people kept laughing as though it were the funniest thing they'd done all night ("accident" or not) and that is what kept things going. That dog is like a child to me and no doubt I like and trust him more than those supposed superior humans so maybe I'm biased but if you have kids one day I suppose you don't expect for someone to come by, pee on the wall of your house and just start laughing when the little tyke doesn't know any better and runs underneath in his spiderman under-roos. And if you moved away how is it that he was absolutely soaking wet? Oh and then to have the audacity to request to sleep on my couch for the night and wake up the next afternoon and hang around until someone finally has to tell you to leave... Nice going. I digress because everyone is stupid! Made some extra cash over the weekend by putting flags in people's yards for my office. Which was terrible but I couldn't stop laughing at the situation and I felt like a criminal with a runny nose the whole time. It kept on raining. We coped afterward with grilled cheese sandwiches and soup. It rained on 4th of July. No big deal to me. We grilled in the garage and sat in beach chairs in the rain on the driveway while the grill cooked and took in other people's fireworks. Locke found them interesting. Didn't last long though, because it was wet and cold. Monday was spent hibernating. When I read Sookie Stackhouse I feel like I'm reading a cheesy romance novel. But Sookie is so damn darling (and badass) that I have to stick around. What is unpleasant though is reading graphic and kinky sexual parts of stories and accidentally looking at the picture in the back of the book of the author who wrote them and feeling instantly creeped out. THIS is the mind that was created in? Oh dear. I don't speak only of Sookie but also The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. I can't seem to wrap my head around work today. I can't seem to wrap it around reading an ebook either. So I'm just working but bored. I have a lot to do this week anyhow. Thankfully this is a short week.

Dean: Neil, it's your grief counselors. We've come to hug.