a thoughts and pictures post

the first time we went to see evil dead the musical we got verbally attacked by this insane bulldog man. he told me to move my chair in more and when i said i couldn't he shoved the chair with me in it and jeremy turned into a superhero slash werewolf and refused to stand down to the guy even though i'm pretty sure he was frothing at the mouth from his drug high or withdrawal or whichever makes you scarier.

but the point of this story is actually a happy one cause even though that frightening thing happened i had a great old time and one reason why is that jeremy never took his arm off the back of my chair. even during. and after. i remember he said to me we could go or we could stay and that it was totally up to me so i stayed because jeremy makes me feel brave and the musical started and it was so funny and campy and we went back 4 more times and brought friends.

so to summarize the key points are don't let bullies ruin your fun, jeremy is amazing and singing zombies always make everything okay.

i can sing three dixie chicks albums without even having to think about the words like it's an involuntary function like breathing. this may be a weird thing to confess.

my reading feeding continues. including some re-reads like nine stories and the curious incident of the dog in the night-time. and now midnight in the garden of good and evil. did you know that is based on a true story? between reading this book and the first two seasons of true blood (more on that in a minute), i want to move down south and climb up a mystic looking tree covered in moss wearing a pretty ivory dress from anthropologie. jeremy can learn to play the piano and i can lie on our giant wood floor and refuse to wear shoes.

so steph loves sandwiches and i love sandwiches and steph told me to watch true blood so i did after a short time delay and i loved it.

i like to put the characters into lists of who i love more and change it around after each season as i see fit.

right now it's: eric, sam, new hot werewolf guy, bill and then jason.

and sometimes lafayette.

i love the hemmingway quote that reads 'all you have to do is write one true sentence. write the truest sentence that you know.'

is there a nobler ambition?

i don't think it means writing sentences like 'i have two legs and that is the truth' either, i think it means something that is universally truthful. which could be huge and existential or very small and within you. or some beautiful connection between the two.

we want to turn the diningroom into a sunroom garden. we rarely eat at the table (except when we think it's funny to sit at either end and ask to pass the butter), and it's being slowly taken over by our plants, so, the plants win!

we're going to put some comfy chairs down and a low round coffee table in the middle and the rest will be shelves of plants and books. and in the morning we'll sit there to drink our coffee as the sun comes up from the east and we'll close our eyes and think we're in a forest.

sylvia came for dinner wednesday night and it was her first time over so she got the grand tour and i was like 'here's our record bowl and the mantle jeremy made and the framed leaf crown and our rhinoceros footstool' and stopped and thought, 'wow, our apartment rocks'.

what else? the spider had babies. and we never kill spiders in the house it's a bit of a constitution so it's been funny trying to gingerly avoid or gently re-locate the smallest spiders you ever did see. like how i saw that giant beetle burrow in the grass and didn't want to walk on the grass anymore cause i kept thinking i was taking out whole beetle villages.

jeremy says it's called anthropomorphic when you attach human emotions to non-human things. i tell him not to talk like that in front of the tea-towel.

x.