dallas

dear whomever,
quiet.

love,
leslie.

PS i don't remember when i've been this glad to be home. pictures soon.

dear lemon drops

you seem to have a very funny way of making me forget things.

in other news, i make beats with my teeth,

i take my shoes off in places i shouldn't,

i am psychic,

my room is an absolute demolition,

and i think we've all gone a little bit mad in the last month or so.

and the best thing about being a bartender is getting off work and sitting in my quiet little apartment for a minute and breathing.  no sounds.  just me.  it's dark.

three years

ago.


talk about happy.

oh hey miss es.
girl you pretty.

dear monday(s)

don't 

ever

leave

me

hermit girl day

reminds me that when i do decide to leave my house something outside might look like this.

clearly the coolest nephew in this world.  and others, for that matter.  

baton rouge general, part 2...

i went to see emily at happy hour, because we can't go more than 12 hours without some sort of contact.  emily reported to me that she had swallowed half a toothpick while eating an olive.  now we're sitting in the emergency room.  this is a good thing because there really is a toothpick (half of one) lodged in emily's throat.  it hurts when she laughs.  to hell with that toothpick.

not only did this happen, but.  WHILE at happy hour visiting emily, one of the regulars attacked another regular and the police were there and our poor boss had to come up and deal with it all.  WE LOVE JEFF.  

THEN (before ER and after fight) this lady at the bar told us that she was a high school teacher and one of her guidance counselors burned her school down.  recently.  this month.  and i felt bad for thinking that she has a whiny voice.

so november 24, 2008: here's to you.  specifically between the hours of 5 and 9.

emily: what about awkwardly watching murphy brown talk about racism and a grumpy black lady?

oh yeah. and we're watching candace bergen on some show talking about barack obama, while sitting directly across from a disgruntled (and not a little vocal) black lady.  

sometimes things seem fuzzy, but here's the deal:
it's all an adventure, and when i'm quiet it's most apparent
that i deal in not-knowing anything.

today

i may never go inside again.
if you saw a marshmallow riding a bike this morning, that was me.

ironed socks

lest you forget:
the air moves because
the world is not
a stationary place.