gennnna:

ben folds {live} - emaline

this song continuously hurts my heart.

bringing it back to 1998!

Eeeesh, Audible time warp. So pretty and so sad. Just like me in 1998? Yea, probably.

I realize I have not written here in quite some time, or really at all so folks, folk, person, internet (who reads this?), I thought I’d give all y’all an update in listular form.

Ahem:

-I’ve been living here in the Scenic Lehigh Valley for six months. In those six months I sent out countless resumes, combed the local community on foot, via internet, flirted with the idea of temping. The result: I went on exactly 3 interviews. The third I was sure would not result in ultimate employment. I was overly tired having slept only two hours the night prior. I was positive it was visible. But ummm whatfuckingever America, they totes hired me. Just in time, as this week is my last of unemployment. I feel like I’m on my last week of summer vacation. In an inexplicable way that I will most likely come to regret, I CAN’T WAIT TO START.

-My dear, sweet Boy and I just returned from an old friend’s wedding in the Chicago area. It made me realize a whole bunch of things not only about MYSELF but about weddings in general.

    -In reference to myself: At 29 it seems I’m no different than 19. When placed in a room full of people I do not know, I am still somewhat reluctant, almost hesitant to strike up conversation with any strangers. I believe that those who know me would consider me a mostly friendly approachable type girl. But I’ve never really had patience for small talk. One of the most wonderful qualities about my fella is that he is pretty much the same way. BUT plant us in a room full of people we don’t know and it has tendency to make us appear very insular. The thing is…I kind of don’t care. YES, the revelation that I had at this wedding we attended, is that I juuuuusssst doooooon’t caaaaare.  Does this make me a terrible person? Antisocial? Guess what? Don’t fucking care. Anybody who gives a shit about me doesn’t care either? WHY DID I NEVER REALIZE THIS? How. Liberating. 

     -After all the wedding hoo hah of the past two years I am tired of the blogs and the pictures and the craft tutorials. At the end of the day a wedding should really just be an expression of what the couple wants to share with their guests. THAT’S IT. That’s alllllll it has to be. I hale from a land when every event/affair is overdone to death death death. It doesn’t have to be that way! I’ve seen it, adorably so, firsthand! The challenge in my lifetime will be proving this to a gigantic immediate family full of people who firmly believe the opposite. GAME. ON.

-I’ve had my bouts of homesickness over the course of these past six months. The things I miss are subtle. Places I’d frequent, people’s accents, the smell of the salty breeze when the tides would change, my family and how full they make my heart feel when I’m with them. All of these things I miss when I’m sitting here by myself are just feelings of attachment I’ve yet to develop for new things I’m discovering in other places. My family will always be somewhere. A text message, facebook commment, or phone call away to make me smile.

-I am so very happy to be here even when I’m having a crappy day and the dog just bit me for some nonsensical reason, or my MIL ate all of my sugarfree klondike bars that I just bought before we left while we were gone for 1.5 days (AN ACTUAL THING, THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED THAT DROVE ME TO NEAR INSANITY), or my darling PT’s work schedule seems crazy, or it’s too crappy for me to stroll outside, or there’s nothing on TV, or I haven’t really made new friends here, or I still feel like some strange animal completely out of it’s habitat…I’m still happy to be here, completely incredibly ecstatic to be here, in the same place, sharing space with the dude I love.

-That dude, I love him, like lots. I wish I could time travel to tell myself in my early 20’s to just chill the fuck out. A dude is going to come along, and all these other pretentious doofi are not worth the energy you are expending to try to keep it together. When it’s right it’s like breathing. So many years I spent sorta hating myself for not being something I thought would make things different for me. Ladies, don’t do this to yourself.

Now…my brain is empty.

More soon!

gennnna:

tavie:

nrrd:

thedailywhat:

Lee Bretschneider: “Lost Valentine’s Day Cards”

Embiggen: Jin; Locke; Ben; Sayid; Kate; Hurley.

See Also: Jack.

[flickr.]

I have so much love for this. So. Much. Love.

the Ben one makes Valentine’s Day okay. Thank you, Caroline.

What would I do without you internet?

What with the trend of weddings/wedding culture, and the recurring theme amongst friends recently married/to be married in the coming months…I thought it appropriate to look back to my parent’s wedding pics. In the words of Cher Horowitz, ala the celebrated featured film Clueless….”Wasn’t my mom a total Betty?”

I’m somewhat dissatisfied with tumblr as a means of expression. It feels like the idea could be helpful when trying to gather or organize thoughts. But as far as pointing out stuff I saw/read/giggled at, or perhaps concurring that stuff other people saw was witty, interesting whatevs…it seems kinda tedious.

But as I’d previously mentioned,(I think) I am currently unemployed. I am still having trouble establishing somewhat of a routine for myself. However, planning meals(big top cupcake totally counts as a meal), sharing my witty commentary on very important subjects with the community (yelling at the tv during Oprah), walking boyfriend’s dog with attitude problem (pictured below) all totally counts.

(Do not step to Baby, lest you plan on getting facechomped.)

There was a time when I wrote on a much more frequent basis. But I don’t really have toooo much to bitch about these days anymore, so I don’t really have too much to vomit into text form onto the internet.

I would very much like to get into the habit of writing again on a daily basis.
But other than the final season of LOST starting, trying to find a job when there are no fucking jobs to find, and living off of an Island I never thought I’d leave, I just don’t really have words to turn into paragraphs.

So I turn to you complainers,commenters,friends of the internet and otherwise.
Kindly submit your suggestions, questions, etc via comment.
All will be reviewed, ya know, on account me not really having a life and what not.

whee.

gennnna:

slackmo:

brookehatfield:

top chef fan art

This is so very clearly the greatest thing I have seen all week. Siiiiigh Tubbibeardo.

sweet sweet gummi bear
what forest do you live in ?
I’d like to visit

dear sir gummi worm
oh, the lesser gummi treat
you are tops by me

the sour patch is soaked
with tears of gummi children
don’t eat me they cry

the gummi peach ring
I wear you on my pinky
sugary sweetness

gummi lifesavers
I think you were a mistake
yummy you are not

So it goes that I am finally settled here in PA. There is much packing, and eventual job searching that will ensue. Right now I am just trying to have my face not eaten off by my boyfriend’s dog, who has an attitude that is somehow worse than mine. Whatever Baby.

Sure there are things I will most certainly miss about Lawnguyland.

There are people who it makes me sad to think of not being able to see whenever I want.

But this is my new adventure!

So as most of the world knows by now, after 7 years of cubicle living I lost my job last week. I am in the midst of moving to PA to live with a dude, a good dude! I am also trying to determine what color my parachute is and other such things that will lead me to future employment that might not make want to wretch on a daily basis.

You can look forward to more frequent internet blatherings from your friendly neighborhood melissamee.

(via explodingdog)

In reference to everything in my apartment right now.