hodgepodge.

this is my new light switch cover. i put it on myself because i am a regular handywoman.  also, it was a gift from my friend brie who is amazing and knows me well. 

I don't understand running skirts. I've been thinking about them a lot this week for whatever reason, and they actually really irk me.  I chafe when I sweat, man, and when I run, I sweat. I need leg sleeves. Aka pant legs. And don't even get my started with skorts. Why do you want to LOOK like you're running in a skirt? You're not being tricky. You look ridiculous. 

I've been watching a lot of The West Wing. I love that shows to bits. I love it TO DEATH. Enough that I didn't leave my house last night (Saturday) because I was watching it. I'm a Saturday night kind of person, but my love for this show kept me hunkered in. That's some serious love. It makes me wonder what my life would have been like if I'd gone to public policy school like I planned. But you know, I didn't. So now I'm going to talk about feelings forever for the rest of my life and I think that's pretty okay too. Also, real life isn't like the West Wing, real life is way less witty and has a lot more sleep.

I tried out the new doughnut place in town this morning. They had some really damn good doughnuts. I had a glazed and a maple bar. I don't eat enough doughnuts. Maybe none of us do and that's why people are such assholes sometimes. I never want to act like an asshole to someone when I'm in the act of eating a doughnut. Unless they're trying to take my doughnut, and then I'm like, "Back off, buddy." But instead of 'buddy' I am thinking in my head 'fuckface.'

I got into a screaming match with my best friend's ex-boyfriend on the street on Friday night. I probably needed a doughnut to calm me down. But seriously, that dude sucks and the world needs to know it. So now the crowd that witnessed our altercation knows exactly what I think about him. Which is that he is an untalented wannabe cowboy man-child. And also a sociopath. And also a piece of shit. They also know that he finds me naive and petty. Touche, sir. It just got to the point that I couldn't hold it in anymore, you know? I just had to say something. And one thing led to another and next thing you know, you're nose to nose telling a grown man that he's a shitty writer and that he only cares about himself and it's pathetic. What can I say? I speak the truth.

I got a new job and it pays more than minimum wage. Like, double what I've been making almost. Thank goodness, I'll be able to buy bread and wine in bottles instead of boxes again. I'm really getting my shit together, obviously.  Have I mentioned how much of The West Wing I've been watching? Adulthood, guys. It has its perks.

Oh, by the way, I also went back east to visit family and friends for twelve days. It was a long trip that flew by in mere moments. I'll write about it soon. I didn't get to spend enough time with anyone. That's kind of what life is like for me all the time, though. I'm back in the mountains, now and it snowed last night. There is still snow up in the mountains, but it's melting and dripping off of roofs and cars hoods and lawns as I type these words. Nothing comes out of me eloquently right now and I'm sorry for that, but mostly for myself. My record player is on the fritz, the speakers won't play. I haven't unpacked my suitcase yet, though coming home to a spotlessly clean apartment with new sheets and fresh towels was the best thing I have done for myself all year. Easily. 

I'm going to watch The West Wing and take a bath now. Happy Sunday. 

my niece and i during my visit home. i can't believe she's already lived through an entire year on earth. wild.