time has changed us.
for the better.

today i cleaned out my inbox.  i had over 3,000 unread messages.
no, i'm not that popular.  no, i'm not famous.
yes, i have a problem.  yes, i sign up for newsletters and coupons and clubs and never EVER read the emails.  yes, the first step is recognizing my problem.  i get it.  it's ridiculous.
but as of right now, i have ZERO unread messages.

today, i bought a new macbook pro.  i have had this one currently typing this blog for over four years and i bought it from a friend used.  it has been loved and is acting like a dinosaur.  i will need to be more social network-y and mobile for my new job so i decided to grow up and bite the bullet. and i feel good.  no buyers remorse here. it will be here so soon. ahhh.

today, i will sit in the sun and read my copy of Garden and Gun that came to me today and i will be happy.

and here i am, realizing that i'm a writer.  again.  and i want to write.

i have wanted to stay private for a while, for some much needed self care and understanding.

but prepare yourselves to be apart of my world, the beauty and brokenness that it is,
if anyone even reads this anymore.
lovelovelove.

treat::ghoulish goodies

halloween is a most delightful holiday. a low stress, all fun, eat as much candy as you can, dress up ridiculously, nothing is overboard kind of holiday which i must say is my favorite.

my love for baking plus my love for this season brings you this slew of autumn treats i have found perusing the world wide web of awesome.

apple cider cookies

pumpkin pie fritters

nutter butter ghosts

no bake smores

wicked witch cupcakes

who knows...maybe i'll actually make some time to bake some treats myself. i'll keep you posted.
autumn love.

i sit here on the eve of october, the most magical and magnificent of months, dreaming of the colors, the smells, the energy that cannot be ignored.  the autumn is fascinating, the beauty in death, the way it all makes me feel more alive.
even though the past four weeks cannot exactly be surrounded by words of joy and laughter, or even contentment, i think that fall will bring something new for me. well at least i hope.

also, listening to sufjan incessantly.  his melodies mold seamlessly into the cool brisk air.  its true.  he sings in truth and creativity.
(and i get to see him soon at the civic center. one of my dreams will be coming true)



more thoughts on autumn to come.

same things can be different

my favorite athens establishment of all time.
yeah. as we all know, it has transformed quite a bit. it is classy and even swanky at times. they have wonderful imports and large booths. its very aesthetically pleasing. the design is beautiful.
but the old hot corner character...it has been lost.

to sit here as i do from time to time. i test it out. to see if it will come back to its roots. it never satisfies me. now don't get me wrong, trapeze is one of my favorite bars of all time. i might could say it is growing to be a favorite establishment. i just wish with my whole heart that both, two of my favorite places, could have lived side by side instead of one or the other.

there's something about sharing a couch and a coffee table with a complete stranger while at 3 am you are both working diligently on research papers that are due the next day...and trying to avoid facebook. something about knowing you're not the only procrastinator in the city. or the only night owl. knowing the furniture is older than i am. it was always buzzing. it was a culture. i miss it.

i just got the "are you crazy?" look from a guy who is sitting on the chair next to the couch i sat down on. apparently this is too close for comfort for him. apparently he thinks he deserves the whole coffee table and the only not wooden seats in the house. he clearly doesn't remember hot corner. trapeze is all about personal space i guess.

enough for my rant.
i apologize for the length.

it kinda really feels like fall outside today. i know it's because it's overcast.
i like wearing tanktops in the beginning of fall. i need to feel the chill. throughout the year i forget what that feels like.
remember to enjoy it.