stealing hearts and babies wherever she goes

i went to a family function a few weeks ago and found a child that i wanted to steal. she was so darn spunky with her baby peggy hairstyle and perma rosy cheeks. as well as being cute as a bug's ear, she's wild. two years ago she bit a hole in my stepbrother's shirt. this year she and my cousin got in countless fights. if i ever have children this is what i want them to look like.

lately radio personality ira glass has been narrating my dreams, then three other radio personalities tell stories related to the events occurring in said dreams. this american life is so awesome i have dreams about it.

my visage is on a t-shirt, because of this i am officially googleable.

it is now past my bedtime.

when i was in high school i thought about my impending death about as often as other girls my age were getting felt up in the back of a rusted brown gremlin. i still believe that the moment right before i kick the bucket will feature a splashy "this is your life" montage, complete with "judy is a punk" blaring in the background (the song was inspired by the following clip, but i think it would make much more sense for a death montage)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JvoBdWeZ1GE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_HCGKuqDjE

"you find the beauty in ordinary things, do not lose this ability"

i used to take solace in being able to write nice long ranty journal entries using livejournal and facebook, now that livejournal is swarming with once upon a boyfriends and my facebook friends consist of: people i went to elementary school with (and have not spoken to in years), cousins, other miscellanea relatives...and my grandmother.

you feel the colour green differently than i do

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qualia