Vincent

A funny little short film by Tim Burton, from way-back-when.

Current January Status

Current books: The Bedside Book of Birds, which is, surprise surprise, by my bed.

Current playlist: I really like Florence + the Machine's stuff right now.

Current guilty pleasure: Mastering the Art of French Cooking holds many guilty pleasures, and I have it in my possession!

Current color: White. Or off-white. Ha-ha.

Current drink: Stiff ones.

Current food: Roast chicken.

Current favorite show: "Summer Heights High." As previously mentioned.

Current wish list: A new hairstyle and a Mulberry bag.

Current needs: Probably a bike helmet... safety first!

Current triumphs: Successfully cooked my first Julia Child recipe... Potato leek soup!

Current bane of my existence: Feeling unfulfilled

Current celebrity crush: The boys from Kings of Leon

Current indulgence: "Dexter"

Current blessing: My cat. She keeps me company. And helps me wake up in the morning by attacking my bed skirt.

Current slang: "so random."

Current outfit: Guhhh, I feel like I need a wardrobe makeover. No outfit will do.

Current excitement: Is it depressing that I can't think of anything I'm excited for?

Current mood: Gray.

Current link: pinpricks tumblr

This picture sums up how I'm feeling right now.
Only I don't have a little pup to comfort me.
So I'll just keep listening to Puccini and wishing I weren't at work but somewhere more warm, somewhere I could rest my head, close my eyes, and wake up not feeling like I'm living in the winter of discontent.

This is the kind of day...

This is the kind of day that forces me to crawl back into bed and say, "Revive me when something interesting is happening."
This is the kind of day that reminds me of blank white walls, cold bare feet, and splitting headaches.
This is the kind of day where the only tenderness to be relied upon is found in poetry.
This is the kind of day that makes me want to spit in the face of entertainment news anchors.
This is the kind of day doubt permeates anything and everything: fireplaces, friendships, itchy necks, window blinds.
This is the kind of day I hate enough to sit on the edge of my chair and mindlessly rock back and forth.
This is the kind of day I want to flush down a toilet.
This is the kind of day where the only option is to run away, chasing the sun, wherever it is shining.